The culprit

The culprit

Maybe some of my followers are wondering what happened to me. I grew silent since January. No posts no photos. Nothing. The culprit: a brand new violin I received as a Christmas gift and arrived last January 6th. I have never played violin in my life. I know my way...

Chaos

Yesterday morning, the wind opened violently a window, and the curtain swept everything  that was on the table. A vase with flowers, two photos, a bottle with soda and a glass. Sharp pieces of glass were everywhere,  the pictures ruined by the water, papers soaked,...

Saved by the Bell

Tell us about a time when you managed to extract yourself from a sticky situation at the very last minute. Last minute escapes from harm are my speciality. I already wrote in this blog about some of them. Like when as a child I get trapped with my younger sister in an...

Rescued

Tell us about the time you rescued someone else (person or animal) from a dangerous situation. What happened? How did you prevail? I’m not a hero. I don’t remember rescuing somebody from a dangerous situation. Only once I saw a little kid in a tricycle...
Wet, Fresh, Alive

Wet, Fresh, Alive

Textures are everywhere: The rough edges of a stone wall. The smooth innocence of a baby’s cheek. The sense of touch brings back memories for us. What texture is particularly evocative to you? Wet. Fresh. Alive. Salt water all over me. The sea. I’m feeling the...
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