Lachrymose

When looking NORTHwards
these days I do often think
of Seamus Heaney.

Divided by Glass

Sleeper on the window

slowly waking up

knocking

taking off.

Bloody useless *

They delight my eyes:
amidst beans and tomatoes:
gracious Cosmeas.

You cannot eat them,
nor use them to kill others:
useless Cosmeas.

A Beauty

You might disagree.

Monochrome Monday (45)

Even in the dark
there is beauty to be found.
A matter of love.

My Sunny Mood Downstairs

The steps to cellar
sometimes do cause a surprise.
I make it happen.

Sun – day & flower

Sunflower – there's been
such a lot bullshit written.
Just nothing to add.

Oui oui

Ce monde est un grand Bedlam, où des fous enchaînent d'autres fous. / This world is one great bedlam where maniacs  enchain other maniacs. / Diese Welt ist ein einziges großes Tollhaus, wo Irre andere Irre in Ketten legen. /
[Voltaire]

Friday is Skyday

Fireface

I felt reminded of Robert Frost:'s "Fire and Ice" (1920)

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I’ve tasted of desire

I hold with those who favour fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To know that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

The path to hell . . .

. . . is plastered with good intentions.

Or as a pious father, a real celebrity of celibacy once stated : "[...] is plastered with heretical questions."

"What an overrated idiot!"

. . . murmured Tetrapilotomos on reading the following

For life and death are one,
even as the river and the sea are one.

"Life is life, and death is death."
And on he went with proof-reading his 1669 pages short opus magnum "Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell".

On the Road (18)

Go.
Fear not.
Just do it.

 

On the Road (17)

Passing maizefield.