In Mood for a Fado

Irreal shadows, unreal trees [?]

Nature is where we not are.
There, only there exist the real shadows and real trees.
Fernando Pessoa – The Book of  Unrest, 375

Forth and back

Coming and going.

Merry Christmas

A child's born.
Its 'cross': malnutrition.
About 10,000 times a day.

So Merry Christmas then,
and peace on Earth.
And after the mass
enjoy the masses on your table.
Sumptuous meals,
a Lucullan feast.

After all, (billions of) individuals can't change the world, can they?

May the Lord care for the poor souls.


Fucking hypocrites! 

 

Those who feel offended are meant!

Laughing Lhursday*

Portrait of a father catwalking
with daughter's new tuque.

* Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Monochrome Monday

Blimey! It's my father's 110th.
Getting old I am.

On the Road III

Reduction.

On the Road II

Approaching future.

Friday is Skyday

Plane blue.

In face of Vermummungsverbot

Now let's shovel [snow].

Monochrome Monday

Sister of a colourful sibling.

The world is a warm place

Yo-no-na-ka, ho-ka-ho-ka na-no-yo
no-
na-
ka,
ho-
ka-
ho-
ka
na-
no-
yo

From wherever you look at it:

The world is a warm place.

Except when it's cold.

On the road

At 100 km/h.