Foxe in her room

Long time no shooting, I already miss carrying my camera around and looking through it. Hopefully soon I will have the chance to do so. Meanwhile something old from the first days of January. 

Disillusioned

Try to make ends meet

Two from last year

Corners

Something messy with a hand

Paper boats

Day by day I float my paper boats one by one down the running stream.

In big black letters I write my name on them and the name of the village where I live.

I hope that someone in some strange land will find them and know who I am.

I load my little boats with shiuli flowers from our garden, and hope that these blooms of the dawn will be carried safely to land in the night.

I launch my paper boats and look up into the sky and see the little clouds setting their white bulging sails.

I know not what playmate of mine in the sky sends them down the air to race with my boats!

When night comes I bury my face in my arms and dream that my paper boats float on and on under the midnight stars.

The fairies of sleep are sailing in them, and the lading is their baskets full of dreams.

Rabindranath Tagore

Spiderwebs

We sometimes make
spiderwebs of smoke and saliva, fragile
thought-packets. Leave thinking to the one
who gave intelligence. Stop weaving,
and watch how the pattern improves.
Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Balkhī

Map

Your smiley eyes

Alek

Stella

No footsteps

Emtpiness

August heat