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1 February 2026

Well, we made it through January—more or less. I must have, anyway, because here I am at zero‑dark‑thirty typing about anything that isn’t politics. Believe me, I have plenty of thoughts on that front, but this isn’t the place. This is the quiet corner where I sort out life’s small quirks. The trouble is, my life has been pretty uneventful lately—which, truth be told, is exactly how I prefer it.

Take yesterday. The big excitement was a new coffee grinder arriving on the porch. The old one had stopped doing the one job it had, so I ordered the same model again. No learning curve, no surprises. Charlie and I walked down to check the mail. I took a couple of naps. I even planned to drag my dumbbells and bench into the family room to get some exercise, but I forgot. Maybe I’ll get to it this afternoon. Mornings are for coffee.

Out back, the cold weather brought in crowds of small birds—mostly chipping sparrows and goldfinches, with house sparrows, cardinals, chickadees, titmice, and the occasional warbler mixed in. I thought about sitting outside to watch them, but it was colder than I cared to tolerate. Every so often I’d open the back door for Charlie and watch him charge into the yard, sending birds skyward and squirrels scrambling for the hole under the fence.

Maybe “boring” isn’t the right word for days like these. Maybe the better word is solitude—the kind that feels earned, steady, and just right.

“Solitude helps you find peace. Peace helps you find happiness.” — Maxime Lagacé

“A table, a chair, a bowl of fruit and a violin; what else does a man need to be happy?” — Albert Einstein

“Be so fulfilled with yourself, that even when you are alone, you feel in good company.” — Irini Zoica

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Firey Sky

The sky on the day I took this image was vivid at dusk—deep blue at the top, fading into red, orange, yellow, and a pale whitish gold near the horizon. The ambient light in the backyard glowed with a warm, golden hue.

For those who love skies set ablaze with color—sunsets that linger, clouds that speak in texture and light—my gallery holds a collection crafted just for you.

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Dusk

This is a photograph of treetops at dusk. The trees are little more than silhouettes, but their edges blaze as if lit by fire. A bolt of light—like lightning or molten dusk—streaks across the frame from right to left, erupting and re-erupting in the taller, sparser trees on the left. Above it all, the sky smolders in shades of orangish black, thick with dusk’s residue.

The effect wasn’t exactly planned. I was fiddling with the light parameters—sliding levers, nudging contrast—and this emerged. It felt like a sovereign accident, so I kept it. Why not.

The photographs I share here don’t appear as vivid as they do in my Pixel’s gallery. To make them load more easily, I reduce their size and slightly lower their quality. Take a look:

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Sérigraphie de mes photos Urbex sur petites plaques de métal rouillées

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Good morning. ☕☕☕

13 January 2025

When older people pass away it often goes unnoticed except by those people close to them. But when people your own age pass, it is something unusual, at least when you are young. The thing is, we all age and as that happens, more and more of the people that you know of pass away. It happens every day, if you read a newspaper check out the obituary section, it is never empty. I think it is natural for people to fear death; it's part of what keeps us alive as long as possible. When we are young the idea of living forever seems like a good idea, but as we grow older that feeling wanes and the fear recedes - but not completely.

"Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying." - Jean Cocteau

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Shot these yesterday at a birthday party.

JOY of the WATERS
1917
Harriet Whitney Frishmuth
American (1880-1980)

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