Sunday..

diary – I have been writing my two blogs almost at full-force. Missed almost half of 2020. That pathetic 2020. I won’t rehash 2020, not necessary! I won’t be posting much on facebook maybe a month off. When I blog I get notes from people from far places like Madagascar. After this pandemic, Madagascar is definitely in the agenda. Three women write to me. They love what I write.. magnificent. The sweet connection to your own mankind.

It’s another Sunday.

The grounds of the islands have been frozen… I miss morning dew.. 

I photographed them often. Fascinating!!

There is this profound beauty written in the morning dew. It is a beauty that you have to be present to,  a beauty to witness quick perhaps, a beauty to welcome!

March 10, 2020…1 day before the day my world collapsed!

Did you see the moon last night? Or Are you busy panicking about everything in your life? Are you so tired that you’re not able to see some of these most beautiful moments in your life? Just don’t panic.. I understand when they say easy said than done. But find ways to control your panic system, they are there, trust me!
Otherwise you will miss so much and it would be shameful as if you’re living as a zombie. Yesterday it was 60-something degrees . I opened my window and I smelled farmland around, cows and horses.. it was just the way I pictured it before I moved here.. but I also realized when I gave my control to the universe, it was the universe who brought me here. It seems is always the universe who puts me on the path I am on. The universe knew I was ready because I wasn’t just thinking of me..I also wanted a good place for my resident cat whom I’m in love with.. I’m strong to live anywhere and in any condition, but he is my major responsibility.
All this crazy panics perhaps will give us a view of times when people live in war zones oh, perhaps there’s a lesson to be learned. And of course I’ve seen that too..I mean Iran/Iran..Rwanda, Afghanistan. And sadly many more to mention.
So ya don’t panic, just be careful and that’s all.. #nature #africa #wormmoon #2020 #realtalk💯 #realtalk #light #life #love ..#blue

Life happens..

Life happens! Life happens and it seems all the time.. life happens and I have stopped creating at times . My brain gets exhausted and I am not able to move forward.. I do have the motivation, I do have the knowledge but the exhaustion keeps me, still! I promised myself a while ago, no matter what I’m they, I’m going to continue what I’m supposed to do.. #edwardhopper #series
I began shooting a series dedicated to Edward Hopper in 2013- I shot this two years ago..
What do you think? Hopperesk!
I must admit I’m really missing shooting my studio. I’m really missing the whole many creation of composition, lighting and all that beautiful stuff that I created in the studio..but I have to say I’m creating a studio upstairs in my place right now. Most probably I’m going to paint.

photo #photography #bostonartist #photostudio

A year already…And I haven’t connected…And we barely ever talk about it…and I’m …feeling still perplexed ..

Memory comes when memory’s old
I am never the first to know
Following the stream up North
Where do people like us float

There is room in my lap
For bruises, asses, handclaps
I will never disappear
For forever, I’ll be here

Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Morning, keep the streets empty for me

I’m laying down, eating snow
My fur is hot, my tongue is cold
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself

A lot of hope in a one man tent
There’s no room for innocence
So take me home before the storm
Velvet mites will keep us warm

Whispering
Morning, keep the streets empty for me
Morning, keep the streets empty for me

Uncover our heads and reveal our souls
We were hungry before we were born…

Rimbaud

Here is from another favorite of mine :
Photo taken of the sweetest tree I planted 6 years ago ..I watched it grow…But now living in a garden I left to others 😔

A season in Hell : #arthurrimbaud

A while back, if I remember right, my life was one long party where all hearts were open wide, where all wines kept flowing.

One night, I sat Beauty down on my lap.—And I found her galling.—And I roughed her up.

I armed myself against justice.

I ran away. O witches, O misery, O hatred, my treasure’s been turned over to you!

I managed to make every trace of human hope vanish from my mind. I pounced on every joy like a ferocious animal eager to strangle it.

I called for executioners so that, while dying, I could bite the butts of their rifles. I called for plagues to choke me with sand, with blood. Bad luck was my god. I stretched out in the muck. I dried myself in the air of crime. And I played tricks on insanity.