Chalkboard numéro deux

One day, on my way home (as many of my stories go), I drove by a painting that had been put on the side of the road, along with several trash bags. Of course I stopped to take a closer look. Although the frame was not of the best quality (the fancy bits were moulded…

Crisp cold air

It seems to me that the crispness of cold air translates visually, if that makes any sense. It’s like things, especially on a cold sunny winter day, looks sharp, super clear, so much more vibrant. It’s just not all that comfortable to hang out in…..

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…