FRIENDX

I saw him for the first time in Anzures. He had grey hair. Green eyes. Barely gave me a passing glance. He was coming from Leibnitz Street, crossing Gutenberg Street. I say “street”. It is more wood than street now with all the grass and trees that have grown through the asphalt. He was jogging…

Pot-pourri (when I’m) 64

“I was a rich man’s plaything.” Mid 40’s maybe? A Coke was worth 3 cents… The blue man. Polanco, Mexico city. February 2020. The gate to Angkor Thom, Cambodia. 2018. The light was divine. Denmark street, Mexico city. 2020. The prayer, Cluny museum, Paris. I would say the statue dates back to the 13th-14th century,…

Roots

Square root. Cubic root. We were roots once… Sunbathing root. Root procession. “We shall overcome…” “Michael row the boat ashore…” Root control. The root of the problem. Speechless roots. “I’m filling a crack where the rain gets in…” (Lennon/McCartney) The root of success. Yes. That is a tree in the middle of the street. “Our…

A morning walk. Mexico.

A week tomorrow since the earthquake. The streets of Mexico are silent. Eerie. This is the South. The South has colour, there is noise, movement. Yet, hope of finding any remaining survivor is practically over. And the streets are silent. I’ve just made a selection of photos taken a few weeks ago near the centre…

A morning walk. Mexico.

My morning walks take me around Tlalpan, where we now live. A combination of traditional, colonial style and modernity, e.g. street art. The above is on Avenida San Fernando, Tlalpan, Mexico city. The ever-present Virgin Mary. Benito Juarez St. Al Jarreau just died. They’re probably making a huge jammin’ session up there in the clouds.…