Playing games…

No tokens. No token friends, spouses, no token efforts… only the real thing. πŸ™‚

On the fence…

It always makes an impression on me when I find shoes in a public place, with no sign of their owner. What does it mean? I once heard that shoes or slippers left by a tree was a marker of a sacred place (if I remember correctly), but what about all other public places? Does…

The winds of change

I love wind, however loopy that may sound… I love to feel wind, especially when it’s hot or warm, to smell wind, especially from the forest or the sea. I love to see wind when it pushes against things gently and I love to see what the wind picks up and brings about…

Smoke and mirrors or clouds and glass?

Large reflections play with our notions of physical space, kinda like magic does… things are no longer where you’d expect them to be. The effect can be surprising, poetic or strange πŸ™‚

Outer space :)

Sometimes, the space out there is simply amazing πŸ™‚

Peekaboo flower :)

Little did we know… a small white flower was lurking in the bushes πŸ™‚

Summertime stripy straws

At the end of a sunny afternoon, a bit tired, stripy straws just made out refreshments even more refreshing πŸ™‚

Reflections…

On a beautiful sunny afternoon stroll, we all reflected….. even the buildings πŸ™‚

Into the clouds

At the end of a lovely afternoon excursion, I set my eyes upon this sight. The dreaminess, calm and beauty of it demanded attention and I was happy to dedicate all of mine to it πŸ™‚