As I collate my photos, I’d like to share a few street scenes with you. Not people, but […]
I don’t what Christmas is like in your house. Here are a few “homespun” clichés of Christmas chez-moi.
On the coldest of days, leeing through frozen forest and down to the levées to go with the […]
It is the hundredth year of war. Even though the war has been over for a hundred years […]
(Unfinished Journey home) Rolling home through the night from a southern city Rolling past early rising liquid gold […]
It is a Sunday afternoon fatigue. An exquisite, autumnal fatigue of irresponsible lassitude that wil lapse into long […]
A poem for complicated people who want to change how we are when how we are works already […]