Un blog avec des mots, des images et des sons. On peut fuir la réalité de diverses manières. Tout, en fait, peut devenir fuite.

Sur des milliers de jours. La vie déroule son tapis. La maison sur le flanc.

CLICK ON ANY IMAGE IN A GROUP TO ACCESS ITS GALLERY, MEMBERS OF WHICH CAN BE VIEWED FULL SIZE BY SCROLLING DOWN AND CHECKING BOX AT BOTTOM RIGHT. Today, for the most part, was overcast and dull, although the sun did emerge on our way back from Calshot where Jackie drove us this afternoon. We were positively sweltering in temperatures of 10-12 Celsius. A variety of decorative chickens are free to roam in their pen along the outside of the.

La trace fluide du chemin parcouru. La traversée de Cap-aux-Meules à Souris IPE.

On books, food, wine and beautiful men. I made up the Bali part. But after five years of continuous weekly blogging, I am taking a blogcation. It turns out that as much as I love blogging, it sucks up the mojo I might otherwise use to produce fiction. Agnes of Blessed Memory taking one of her famous naps.

Lutsa je suis Harpie feroce Hop Hop Hop. Moins de mots , plus dactions. Qui etait assez ridicule et pitoyable en lui meme ,.

A travers les bois la brume se mêle aux sorciers qui dansent. Leurs silhouettes difformes frôlent les arbres et semblent pénétrer les troncs couverts de mousse. Une atmosphère inquiétante se dégage de cette pantomime morbide. La terre ne veut plus sub.