Monday, December 28, 2009


Ein Gutes Neues Jahr!
Happy New Year!
Bonne Nouvelle Année!

Thursday, December 24, 2009


".......... riverrun,past Eve and Adams,from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs . .......A way a lone a last a loved a long the ......."

Recirculation : oder auch Alle Jahre wieder !!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Miami 2009

Marriage by the Sea

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Le Midi

Midi dans le Midi
(Près de Montpellier 28.09.2009)

Minuit dans le Midi
(Montpellier 28.09.2009)

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Friday, September 11, 2009

Arctic Sea

"Ainsi,toujours,vers l'azur noir
Où tremble la mer des topazes,
Fonctionneront dans ton soir
Les Lys,ces clystères d'extases"

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


Zürich - New York Overhead Canada !
Can you spot the little airport below ?

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Miss Angela

Palm Springs B-17

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Confins du Monde

" Je voyageai un peu.J'allai au nord: je fermai mon cerveau.Je voulus reconnaître là toutes mes odeurs féodales,bergères, sources sauvages !
J'aimais la mer [bonhomme de peu], isoler les principes, l'anneau magique dans l'eau lumineuse comme si elle dût me laver d'une souillure"
(Rimbaud :Brouillons D'une saison en enfer)

Friday, September 4, 2009

On the Road again ..

Verrazano Bridge NY 2009

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Les fleurs du Mal

La douceur qui fascine .........

Tuesday, September 1, 2009


"Judas ! lui cria-t-il, tu sais ce qu'on m'estime,
Hâte-toi de me vendre, et finis ce marché:
Je suis souffrant,ami ! sur la terre couché......
Viens! ô toi qui, du moins , as la force du crime !"

(Gérard de Nerval, 3ème château ; Mysticisme)

Remarquez l'absence de la croix - " sur la terre couché !"

"Le Pauvre Songe"

Peut-être un soir m'attend
Où je boirai tranquille
En quelque vieille Ville,
Et mourrai plus content:
Puisque je suis patient !

(Rimbaud; Poésies 1872)

Monday, August 31, 2009

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Stop Over Ireland

"With his broad and hairy face, to Ireland a disgrace ."
(Finnegans Wake p.260 )

Friday, August 28, 2009

Monday, August 24, 2009

Up and away

The dreamy cloudy gull
Waves o'er the waters dull.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

"Here is looking at you "

Looking at you from afar
(would anybody know how the title had been translated in a well known film - and how the film is called ??????)


Sometimes the divide between heaven and earth is just melting away

Friday, August 21, 2009

Thursday, August 20, 2009

A New Day

Mist, approaching the Alps in the early morning

Wednesday, August 19, 2009


"At the siege of love did my father fall "


Hence Thy name !
(Salt Lake City -Utah)

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

A Loophole - sometimes

A "hole" lot of sky ! (.....and yes, I do know my spelling!)

Monday, August 17, 2009

Make Dreams come True

Giving flight instruction to young french girl Valentine

"Et aucune grande personne ne comprendra jamais que ca a tellement d'importance " (Saint-Exupéry Le Petit Prince)

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Stop-Over : Zuerich

The Swiss Flag apparently lost some of it's strength !

Friday, August 14, 2009

"Native" Earth

Back on "native" earth!

Thursday, August 13, 2009


Some progress being made ?

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Stop-Over in a city of 1001 dreams

Marrakech , where you don't believe what you see !

Monday, August 10, 2009

Canadian Heaven - Canadian Earth

"What is the age of the soul of man ?"
Think about and have a nice week !

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Anna Liffey

Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a grey sweet mother ?
The snotgreen sea - the scrotumtightening sea .

How it all got started !

The last tint of pink disappears from the western sky, leaving to the moon complete mastery of night.Its light floods through woods and fields, reflects up from bends of rivers, shines on the silver wings of my biplane, turning them a greenish hue. It makes the earth seem more like a planet, and me part of the heavens above it, as though I too had a right to an orbit in the sky.

.....I feel aloof and unattached , in the solitude of space. Why return to that moss; why submerge myself in brick-walled human problems when all the crystal universe is mine?

(Charles A.Lindbergh)