On Happiness, Adventure and Contentment. What is your definition of success? Do you think one can truly be appreciated while one is alive? .

So I may be getting somewhere. I do feel a little choked up about chickening out at the parent coffee of the special needs camp, but in the past this would have led to despair, whereas now I simply chalk it up as fodder for a bluesy guitar solo or something. Life leads to emotions which leads to art. I can live with that.

There are a couple of shows on TV about mediums. These are people who can communicate with the dead. I wondered what language spirits would communicate in. Would it be the language they last used or do they just send images or thoughts? Sometimes I wonder who would show up if I went to a medium and what they would say to me.

My soul echoes to all winds. A Sunday afternoon in Amiens in August. À un Dimanche après-midi à Amiens en Août. A Sunday afternoon in Amiens in August. English version below the pictures. Nous étions en vacance dans notre ville. The bandstand on a square with four musicians playing jazz. Le kiosque ave 4 musiciens jouant du jazz. The crowd and the architectural frame. La foule dans un cadre architectural. Another part of the relaxed crowd , very colored. La fontaine apportait sa musique .

I am a tree without leaves, for the wind has scattered them all. Fun, both literally and sarcastically. 1 Just time for a quick recap of the weekend.

I like to believe that the fact that a horror magazine accepted it, has less to do with the horror and more to do with the quality of the story. I just got my haircut. I kind of like it. My nose looks big in this picture. Oh yeah, it IS big! July 21, 2015. I decided to post just a few of the MANY pictures we took.

That thing called the rollercoaster of life.

You are born naked, wet and hungry, then things get worse. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. The Ride Continues, 2017. The kid and his pet chicken. Among the slush of a muddled. The thoughts of love of hate of crime. The cries the tears of scrambled speech. I must rise and walk the crooked streets.

Taken with a Nikon s9600. This photo is of a recent sunset. Lately our skies have been very dreary and blah, so when I saw this about two weeks ago, I knew that I needed to capture it. I want to thank everyone who has read my blog this year, and leaving the occasional comment. I sincerely appreciate it all. See you all in 2017! I caught this bi.