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 the middle of…
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…
The angel of the Magic mountain. On December ’20, we rented a house for Xmas in Tepoztlan. A small town an hour away from Mexico city. I may have posted this one from another angle. We only went out of the house one Sunday, early, to catch some street art. A year and change already……
“Remember Barbara It rained and rained on Odessa that day And you walked smiling Beaming delighted soaked Under the rain “Remember Barbara It rained and rained on Odessa I saw you on the Potemkin stairs You were smiling And I smiled too “Remember Barbara I didn’t know you You didn’t know me Remember Remember that…
The Opera. Paris, c.1960. Love the cars: a Peugeot 404, a 2 Chevaux, an Ami6, one of the ugliest cars ever mass-produced. (Nothing personal. Our friends Elluecque had one in West Africa.) The Palais-Garnier in the 60’s was not as sooty as Notre-Dame. The Opera, 2021. With Carpeaux’s “Danse” on the façade. And the statues…
Previously on “War and peace”, from my great-grandfather Élie Martin to my great-uncle Philippe Onraët, an account of the family members who went to war, from the Chinese-French war of the 19th century to WWI… This post will deal with WWII onwards. (All images: family archives) 1939, Rwanda-Urundi, East Africa, my uncle Gérard Leclerc was…
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Each pic of sunflowers has a poem, song, opinion or photo essay behind it. Click on the pic to see what some of our creative friends on WP offer in support of Ukraine. Above is Holly – House of Heart‘s poem, Sunflowers. She wrote it special, for…
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