Summer in Winter • I can hear the departed whisper • No longer strangers • The eyelids have opened, and the eyes are now returning the world's gaze, says Anita Albus • A world with a view • It Don't Mean A Thing: under the spell • And it was not long until he walked again in long strides, started to proceed swiftly and impatiently, heading no longer for home, no longer to his father, no longer back. • 折り紙 • remaining open to an infinite number of unexpected possibilities • yesteryears: a world long gone • Kerazan Nation • Our soul is a three-master seeking port • Spring into Spring • B for Redon's red BOAT • he heard the woman scream, and at the collision his vision went • for in your eyes I shall see the edge of the world • • sipping espresso in invisible cities • noble letters • no discontent in our winter • fragments & markers • virtual dream land • in company of good women and men • At full speed, with bridles loose, swords in their teeth pistols in fist,--such was the attack • The Curious Hat: Cards Galore • Lewis Hine - American Photographer - 1874-1940 • The Luminous Ones • pink links for a mink in a sink • for ever France • I can hear the Impressionists's strokes • On the echo of my childhood I write your name • ...for these are my people • Thus spoke the image • On the joy of gardening