This is what happens shortly after

wind was blowing
I was lying alone
with want to extinguish my death
as I looked straight ahead
you were all I could see

This is what happens just before you fall in love

Troubled mind

Prinzlauerberg

 

My bohemian summer

 

Not this one

Nice

I'm not about to drop dead. Are you?

Flesh

  

''Summertime will come happiness will be mine...''

Come on baby

I'm back. After more than a year, I felt the need to open my big mouth again. Mainly, I have found the courage to re-post all the photos that blogger had kindly replaced with a grey oneway sign. It's taking a bit of my precious time but I will get there eventually. If you're happy to see hipslikeboys up and running again, clap your hand and share.

Rochenoir

Is anybody there?

Metapsychology

I have had those unprocessed films for years; I kept them hidden in a box to avoid feeling guilty. 2 of them belonged to a school friend who entrusted them to me for processing. That was 25 years ago. I don't know why I never processed those miserable 2 films because at the time and many years after that, I was always processing films, I always had the chemicals; perhaps the fact that my friend went to Japan for a year and that we sort of lost touch afterwards explain my negligence. Perhaps, I had processed her films and those were something else entirely, some of mine, perhaps the best pictures I had ever taken were on those films. On the whole, I hadn't a clue about what was on those films and I gave up on them, I threw them in the river in a shamanic ceremony with chanting of "you will not dwell upon the past, you will have no regrets and the unknown you will not fear".
All in all, in was a very emotional moment, I had not open a 24X36 film for 15 years perhaps and I had forgotten how tough the little devils are. I took time to show my daughter what the past looked like.
These I did because I was looking for some old films to put into my little MJU Olympus camera. I have about 30 B&W films I have kept all this time just in case. Most of them are years out of date, but I'll have a go anyway, thinking that poor quality film will always be better than nothing. I want to fill a photo album. I'm fed up at looking at images on my computer.

Wrong side

The Waste Land

Since having a go at making sense of T.S. Eliot The Waste Land, I have become mildly obsessed with mythology. Like myself, Eliot was a snob - while  he had reason to be, I'm still trying to unravel my confused self…
What I saw in this, I'm not sure, chaos, alchemy, iron, gold dust, the compass of love, the cosmic mountain…
The fact is that my toilet lock/door handle is definitely busted after a first repair a year ago. This metal dust is all that is left of one essential mechanism part. Now I have a good excuse to go lock hunting in all the salvage yard in town (one and counting) instead of filing boring MA application forms on-line.

Peter never stopped running

nearly finished

One thing at a time

As I am working hard for a BA in English and US Civilisations, I' m left with very little time to do anything meaningful at all. Buried under books, books and more books. I'm loving it but I do miss my little Blogger rambling. Back in 6 months.

everybody love the sunshine

Too light

I have just discovered that Blogger must now be forcing some automatic enhancing to photographs as this picture appears much lighter than it should; or my color management  is no longer synchronized; or I'm wasting my time.

il était un petit navire