The fallen tree

Library late night on Thursdays

Gargoylz and Beast Quest for him. I got a special Riordan since i is written I won't be able to lay my hands on the genuine Percy Jackson series apart from vol.1. So, Last heroes, we lost Percy somewhere and Jason, Leo and Piper are coming out of nowhere. Jason is quite amnesiac, which at the moment suits me just fine.

Firenze

Sang d'encre

 

Placebo - Sleeping with ghosts

Green eyed

Wa, I decided to remake the woman who stares for you. Other one had an accident.

Minguinho

Hey, Minguinho. It's been awhile I haven't seen you. 25 years? Possibly. Still, your name came directly from my deep in my memory.
Any of you read "my sweet orange tree"  written by Jose Mauro de Vasconcelos? Zeze, a 5 year old for a poor family in Brazil. The hardship at home. The friendship of Portuga. The accident. And his only friend and confident. Minguinho, the tree.

Minguinho, I have a story to tell you. I have searched. How the words would fit. How the pictures would draw. The right people to address. I can't. I tried, to give it, but I can't.

Here, Minguinho, there's mostly you and me.

Minguinho, that story takes place faraway. There are no roots over-there, Minguino. There is water. As far as the eye can see. Water that is not fit to drink. And sometimes, that water is enraged, and there is no safety on her. And sometimes, after the storm, there is respite.

Sauvages ...

Conny saved the day

Yosemite, between the 16 and the 20th Feb. (which includes the 18th, and somehow today, that makes a whole lot of sense), provided the stream flows, and sky conditions are reached, the Horsetail waterfall catches the last rays of sun and glows.

Thanks Conny for sharing.

L'etranger de Sophie

Enfin trouve le titre: U plava zoru - Pink Martini ...

For lease

NIN - Every day is exactly the same

Wishful thinking

Linkin Park - Bleed it out

Oh yeah.

Survived the coaching dinner. Had to run for child care most of sunday, since I had to sample things and my plans were castaway. Lucky I am to have Jam and Isa nearby, saved my neck.I got two unwanted shower while sampling, sprayed myself in the middle of my pants. My pHmeter is dead. No idea, don't look at me like that. I ran out of labels. I can't find sample racks. Did not issue my daily report 'cause I forgot the code to go in my office. Ran out of field sheets. Tomorrow is Monday.

Ok, highlight, I didn't wreck the work-car. Mano had a great time.

Mental whisky, you're like super high on my list. 

Lagavulin rules.

Drive my car

The city

Rain can catch you anywhere anytime in Auckland, you're flanked by two seas, not far apart. Walking can be tiring just because of the heat and humidity. Many parks and lovely trees, although I've been told the best ones to climb on lie in Northland somewhere.

Swimming Lessons this week...

Gone up in smoke - jaded light

Black-eyed

Play - Juste a little 

Frankie

"Il y eut un soir, il y eut un matin".

Woke up with the sound of rain. Thought of you three: the green hair from the newborn siren, the absence of dictionary from the silent lady and the seafarer. Maybe I should just try again and give it a go. Thought about writing in French. Well I'm having a hell of a hard time on my English at the moment. Since you're not the ones who have to deal with it, I won't keep up with mothertongue. Call it my personal shortcut and rising era of massive slack-attitude. Welcome to the 33+ club.
Somehow today the conversation between Sky and Earth is monodirectional. Seems like only Sky want to be heard, since I am not seeing rain going up.
Rachel, I did go to check on those stars. I could catch a faint glow here and there. But by the time I reached, they were all gone. Got a few bruises looking for them, mainly on the way down.No surprises would say Tom. Right Tom, you're onto something.
Auckland is a surprising city, buzzing with life, possibly equally shared between parks and skyscrapers. Lines of mailboxes. Ships moored on the quays. Walked a good deal with and without a guiding person. The walks were different. Saw the Museum lined up with battle names. Overlooking the harbour. Winding alleyways and surprisingly uneven neighborhoods. Had to go out three times, to end up looking for fire escapes. I did forget what streets where like when they fill with a different crowd of people depending on time and spatial location.
On the pavement somewhere, is written: Love U Long Time. Smack in the middle of the concrete jungle, some sort of bridge and concrete junction. Thought back of that day we went out with Claire and that chalk message. Chalk has definitely more appeal to engrave you love that sinking metallic letters in concrete. But I guess that's just me. Because somehow it washes away, so you have to keep writing it.

Auckland

Monday