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31 days, 31 stones, the final one delivered by the skies of the last day of january: snow, and this winter (world) blues – for the river of stones day 31 / my usual blog is: life as a journey
31 days, 31 stones, the final one delivered by the skies of the last day of january: snow, and this winter (world) blues – for the river of stones day 31 / my usual blog is: life as a journey
overcast day cold front coming, named: Cooper i browse archives, arrive in May at pink flowers and a dove’s wing: all those days, highs, lows, following each other, moving through / us — … archives link for the river of stones day 30 / my usual blog is: life as a journey
saturday drive: so overcast and rainy for the start that i don’t even take the camera and think of turning around as the fog thickens while driving up the Alb plateau who thought that up there sunny winter was waiting? — for the river of stones day 29 / my usual blog is: life as a journey
i hadn’t noticed them when leaving: too busy with the things to do, to get, on this rainy friday afternoon. but coming back from running errands i finally see them, right there, at the side of the carpark, maybe drawn to the surface by the rain: this tiny wonders of new green — for the river of […]
sun spot newspaper pages cup of tea pause —- from yesterday afternoon, brought by a time of sun. for the river of stones day 27 / my usual blog is: life as a journey
a sunny day: freezing night to come, i think in the evening as i hesitate to step out into the cold to take out the garbage bag but looking up on the way back i stand, stunned: the sky full of stars already, and Orion right there, right above me. (for the river of stones day 26 / my […]
sitting in a circle talking about time about neolothic caves and modern art about life all a/round (river of stones day 25) (the photo is a close-up of an impressionist painting i saw in the Pinakothek Munich last week, from painter Franz Marc)
chinese new year despite rationality i scan the sky for water dragons (river of stones day 24)
waking: this moment when the dimensions of dream and reality are still mixed before i/dentity falls into shape (river of stones day 23)
twenty-second of january, the day after frost and snow and the christroses open their eleventh petal in white and rose as if it was spring already (river of stones day 22)