Today it will rain. On the road
black cars are abandoned, but the clouds
ride above, their wisdom intact.
They are predictions. They never matter.
Clouds, Philip Levine
Throw a stone and watch the ripples flow
Moving out across the bay
Like a stone I fall into your eyes
Deep into some mystery
Deep into that mystery
All photographs were taken in Ghent (Belgium).
Words by David Gray, Please forgive me (lyrics).
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
Albert Camus (1913-1960)
All photographs were taken near Calais (France).
“Night is a world lit by itself.”
Antonio Porchia (1886 – 1968), Voces
All photographs were taken in Manchester (UK).
“The cloud never comes from the quarter of the horizon from which we watch for it.”
Elizabeth Gaskell (1810 – 1865)
Walking on a beach after a rough night´s storm isn´t what it used to be.
Centuries ago you would find pieces of fir timber, bales of wood or - if you are more spiritsually inclined – bottles of rum. Nowadays, you mostly find pieces of our so-called civilized society. Or in other words plastic junk. Kind of sad what we do to nature.
Maybe it´s high time for a relevant New Year’s resolution: Treat our Earth better. Whatever means we have and wherever we might live on this beautiful planet.