photo : the night and the moon on Ontario street, in Montreal
we go back or
we come back
from winter or
summer
regaining footing
in sand or snow
the anchor is anchored
in the years and in the heart
*posted in 2023
photo : the night and the moon on Ontario street, in Montreal
we go back or
we come back
from winter or
summer
regaining footing
in sand or snow
the anchor is anchored
in the years and in the heart
*posted in 2023
photo: magical night in Pohara, Golden Bay,…
we were advancing nonetheless,
but in a sort of mist
carefully watching the signs of fate
but there was no fate
only mist
that often dissipated
on a beautiful moonlit evening,
that we looked at eagerly
until the wee hours of the morning,
like a story to be continued,
that only lacked an ending
photo: Harvest Moon, Montreal, Hochelaga, a magical and unexpected moment
Night was falling without incident
we counted the steps that
would make us hungry and
satisfied about a job well done.
We had forgotten
the formidable night
drawing itself in strokes of light on
the shadow of the evening
The stay was already pleasant, and I did not expect more swimming almost every day, long walks, photos or the Dada Manifesto cafe, but on our penultimate evening, we were told we would get a sky full of aurora Australis. Actually I didn’t know this, but the place where we were staying in Pohara enjoyed a very nice view of the sea and in the evening (that evening in particular) my camera caught a beautiful sky full of pink (that I had to edit because of the grainy texture), with a beautiful, bright moon and the Southern Cross. I was even able later on to see the moon in a very dark sky projecting its bright light on the sea, which I had never seen before.
photo : the moon and the night on Ontario street, in Montreal
we go back or
we come back
from winter or
summer
regaining footing
in sand or snow
the anchor is anchored
in the years and in the heart