My Walden II

... sort of, anyway.

:)
And voilá, CherryPie,
a place for you
to sit and rest a while.

Requiem

Fated to die
and still admired.
Yellow beauty.

Not Jupiter

October morning, 07:10 a.m.

Chimney

Rising ...

African mask

... not a

Leaving

I am told peace-loving people somewhere far away
are competing in rocket science.
Surely there will soon be peace.

And when the stones are swimming,
the leaves will sink.

The peace of the night.

No need of followers

Attentive visitors might have noticed that Omnium's blogroll peu à peu has become shorter.

This is due to that I would not link (anymore) to bloggers

– whose blogs have not been available for more than one year;

– who would not link to other blogs (including Omnium).

Thanks for your attention. 


The older I get the less time I do have to be diplomatic.

And – may I say so? ... ha! of course, I may say so: I do not care about 'followers'. 

What stupid a word!

Millions followed Stalin, Hitler, Mao; millions got deceived by ... take the name of your choice ...


And I should ask for followers?

Whooaah. Too many idiots on this planet.

And I am one of them.

Still blogging.

The peace of the night.      

Monochrome Monday

Oh god, there was the morning light
as Dafydd ap Gwilym would whisper. Perhaps.

Blue tit's delight ...

... is an old lady's delight.

Who's nuts we may talk about later.
The peace of the night.

Time flies

Today one month ago I was given some interesting books,
an external hard disc, some sweets,
quite a few good wishes and words of thankfulness.
I smilingly took the wishes, and the thanks,
at five minutes to midnight
raised a pint of plain
and murmured to myself:
Herewith I declare the party opened:
Happy birthday, Sean. Slàinte.
Drank the pint, went to sleep
for about three hours
and
haven't since opened one of the books above.
It's been an eventful new year, so far.
I shall not complain. :)
I only wish I could fly like the time.

 

 

 

De ... light

... taken from exactly the same spot, three minutes after this one.

My Walden

... sort of, anyway.

Behind the Poplars

Deep L...ady Luna.