I cannot say that “I like” train station, nor waiting, they are usually cold, most of the time some disturbances, nuisances & works are unavoidable…you end up by bumping into them! I like them for being a link that takes me back and forth to my kids and I always end up being a spectator.
Trying to get a seat? in your dreams maybe…I don’t even try, I chose a suitcase that is comfortable and solid instead. So you better have a luggage that can be used as a seat, now you might even need them at some airports.
You cannot, at least I can’t help feeling that secure but strangely insecure feeling of security…I know my sentence is weird, that is kind of my way of describing that feeling! There are some dirty looks if you dare letting go your suitcase’s hand, I am sure that I’m doing the same.The army is present too, am I reassured? good question…I hope.
But what I do like is the people with a big, huge P. All those strangers, those anonymous actors who are part, whether they like it or not, of that huge theater.The traveling ones, the ones coming back, the busy bodies, the business men (or women), the hungry ones, the ones looking up continuously to the information board (like me!)…No time to get bored – watching them is making up your own scenario, your own film…enjoy.
I thank each and everyone of them!
Finally saw and touched my children and as I love it I’ll keep on!
Managed to see David Hockney’s iPad/iPhone exhibition, “Fleurs fraiches” kind of magical, looks so easy to do and yet isn’t, I was off my feet with the force of his colors-their variations-and his touch… His thumb for the iPhone and pointing-finger for the iPad – he says- AND left hand to hold his cigarette for better concentration (says he!)
Busy hands busy creations but with such a style, such taste and harmony that words, at least mine, couldn’t transcribe. Tiny exhibition, worth visiting! It’s on till the 30th of january in Paris but rumors say that around 60 museums asked him to continue the show… SO THE SHOW MUST GO ON.
Unfortunately photos were not allowed…even with an iPhone!
…managed to start reading the book on Paris’s history (as you can see on the table in the photo somewhere up there ^)…inspired by my visit obviously…?
PS : I could help thinking about a very good friend of mine who is more than capable of creativity on HER iPad, so I will keep nudging her about it! (and hope others will do so too!)
let them turn
let them spin
let them dance, feel the trance…and if I repeat, even if not all the same, the subject it is just to try to add on a “movement” – a spin!
let yourself feel the “Whirling dervishes” and get to know more about them (if you wish to whirl!)
They are also known as the Whirling Dervishes due to their famous practice of whirling as a form of dhikr (remembrance of God). Dervish is a common term for an initiate of the Sufi path; the whirling is part of the formal Sema ceremony and the participants are properly known as semazen-s.[1]
(in their’s or mine)…of the seagulls. Depending how you see it I am either the intruder or the admirer. Lets be positive, keep on the admiration, the reason that usually pushes me to shoot them…trying to catch them in movement (which I always miss, never get the fluffing wings by the way!!). I don’t even know why I like taking their picture, they are not “pretty”, nor do they have attractive colors…I won’t even mention their voice… but they always did intrigue, must be their relation with the water…(and their red feet and mouth?)
Out into the tarmac, into the plane, taking-off and rising up while trying to reach the clouds. Once in them, feeling their fluffiness then reaching the layer above, the sky, the blue, the open…
1cloud noun, often attributive \ˈklau̇d\
Definition of CLOUD
1 : a visible mass of particles of condensed vapor (as water or ice) suspended in the atmosphere of a planet (as the earth) or moon
2 : something resembling or suggesting a cloud: as
a : a light filmy, puffy, or billowy mass seeming to float in the air <a
cloud of blond hair> <a ship under a
cloud of sail>
b (1) : a usually visible mass of minute particles suspended in the air or a gas (2) : an aggregation of usually obscuring matter especially in interstellar space (3) : an aggregate of charged particles (as electrons)
[Merriam Webster]
How come something that should come instinctively, something you should feel, a click, a declick that becomes a “theme” doesn’t “come” to me? Why or how come I rather jump from one subject to another (which is extremely tiring because of all the useless efforts-runarounds-movements-unsatisfactoriness…) instead of taking the time to THINK of a theme, a subject, a “chose” I would follow faithfully with my conscious taking some time to rest??
Here is a theme : to find a theme! It is the only healthy way to an exhibition-show in he future (not too too far I hope)… and why not with a good friend (who will recognize herself!) ? Two better than one! for me at least…
And what about “Friends” as a subject…???
Here I am, lighter today with one wisdom tooth out, one last left…was it wise? Will my wisdom be less or more? So many questions today…MUST be that tooth!
I don’t want it to sound “cliché” but it always does, we’ll imagine that’s the thought that counts, so I’ll be VERY brief! Let it be yummy first…then we’ll see what we do next, it is partly up to us so no rush please…enjoy!
