(snowless) december

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november

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window joy

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ancient light

Views from the ancient Roman baths with thermal water in the Herculane spa, Romania

(they have not been renovated, being left in ruins, a terrible waste which makes me and many others very sad)


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those forgotten stories (2)

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those forgotten stories

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those nights

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and suddenly the sky

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the angels of time

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pearly

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i wish i had Agnes Martin's eyes...

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summer treasures

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the darkening of time

When I speak of poetry I am not thinking of it as a genre.

Poetry is an awareness of the world, a particular way of relating to reality.

Andrei Tarkovsky



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gazing into the rain, dreaming of other lives...

(for Miriam)

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going back to the first kitchen window i have ever seen

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ode to a modern urn (3)

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ode to a modern urn (2)

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ode to a modern urn (1)

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...

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curtain moods (11)

series by Cristina and me



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whose morning

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fractures

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Wismar windows

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quiet

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