abstract: bird's flight

countryside

onions ( 2)

onions

way of crisis, road to nowhere

a very young gipsy mother with her son

immensity

It hammers terms of art into a shape
So tell a story of infelicitous recurrence
deficient in affect
thriving on awkwardness
not mechanistic

sky over Danube

Yes: in the sea of life enisled,With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.

writer's meditation

The briefest part of life's uncertain day,
Youth's lovely blossom, hastes to swift decay:
While love, wine, song, enhance our gayest mood
Old age creeps on, nor thought, nor understood.
Thomas Love Peacock

the dark side of the moon

solitude of the flyer

Bordeaux 2010

Could truth be in the eye of the beholder?Could truth be only skin deep? Could the poets be wrong?

Poets are a strange lotConfused about things the world takes for grantedOne says beauty is only skin deepAnother states it cannot be found in a mirror

low tide on Atlantic shoreline

girl with romanian traditional costume

rituals in the children's kingdom

exercise of admiration

sunset on Atlantic shore

playground:between floating and flying

woman on dune

May Day