Friday is Skyday

Hm. . . .

Laughing Lhursday*

* [For first time visitors]:

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

Trees and a windmill:
A case for Don QuiScottie.
Obviously, eh? 

On the Road

No Christmas geese.
Just taking a tiny rest
on their way southwards.

On the Road

Buying beef packaged
you wonder how cows look like?
Glad to be of help.

Legend has it . . .

"I just had eighteen straight scotches. 
I think that's the record."

Dylan Thomas, on November 9th, 1953

No Wine

Qed.

Friday is Skyday

8:58 [East]

8:59 [North]

Thoughts

Cruelty appalls,
stupidity demoralises.

Albert Camus (7 November 1913 – 4 January 1960)

Laughing Lhursday*

(Last) smile.

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title? Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Once again

Last flashs of summer.
It is this time of the year.
Downstairs? Upstairs? . . . Life.

Fernand

Erreur

Passavant?

Cheers!

Six days ago, Dylan Thomas could have celebrated his 100th birthday,
but as he spent the past 60 years as a dead poet . . .

Anyway, there's a lot to (re-) discover on BBC One. Enjoy.