sans parole/wordless : promesse de l’apres-midi/Afternoon promise
Archives par mot-clé : red
refuge
I would take refuge there on snowy and windy Sundays,
I would spend afternoons at the window with the wind
contemplating the ephemeral traces
the lessons to be drawn watching time
visit
What a nice surprise ! on a very cold day (-20 degrees), in the black and white of the cityscape, this magnificent cardinal, too busy protecting himself from the cold to pay attention to me. sans parole/wordless : rouge/red
haiku
observing life
from a narrower perspective
it is still life