“Moonwalk”. (See Marcel Marceau). Tepoztlán, Mexico. 2020 Corn is God. Tepoztlán. And the house gets painted for free. “The history of France must be deconstructed.” Emmanuel Macron, President of France. Authentic. I wonder whether the President of a country is entitled to deconstruct. Shouldn’t he or she build or re-build the country? Or am I…
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Thank you to Jean Marc Robert – Art et Technique for sending me pics of this wonderful Leonard Cohen mural found in Montreal! I have wanted this in my collection since the moment I laid eyes on a photo of it. JMR also took pics of other…
By Brian Martin-Onraët My car broke down. In the middle of nowhere. No signal of course. Cel as good as dead. I walked for miles. Or what felt like miles. I had been driving on a country road. Going from nowhere to nowhere. After the car broke down, I walked on the dirt road in…
New York by night. The Odeon on Thomas Street. Our first dinner. (Whaddayamean “A morning walk”? That pic is at night.) (Yep. But it was mornin’ in Singapore) Or by day. Though this is actually “Noy Joysey”, across the river. Last November we decided to get our 3rd shot in the US since it was…
OMG. “Vuelo”, The flight. By José Luis Barrera. Study in scarlet. By Humberto Valdez. “Hope arrives at the Ajusco mountain”. By Froylan Ruiz. Above: The corn god, by Erick Pozos. Below: “My Valentine” by María Villar Bragdon. “Huarhari.” Whatever that means. An interesting composition by Froylan Ruiz again. Versatile. “Mexico”, by José María D M.…
…You hear stories, of but a few words, that speak of a poet touched by the hand of God. Such was the greatness of this poet that he’d managed to capture all his work in one single Word. A Word that contained the entire universe, complete with its oceans and deserts. A Word of infinite…
“In a world of last teardropIn a world of last teardropYou know it sounds so goodSounds so good “Well, you know it sounds so goodYou hope it never stopsNever, never, never stopsNever, never, never, never, stops “If you hear sounds of bitter weepingTo be sure the God of Light is sleeping No time for mirthMuch…
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