Free Ukraine. (Colours are more or less accurate, but it’s been a while since I’ve said that.) Cempasuchil. Flowers for the Day of the dead. Just an ordinary door. Mexico. (As all pix on this post.) Yellow and grey. Watch your step. Coyoacán. Moorish courtyard. Catrina. Tlalpan. Bluish. White and blue. That thing in the…
The Mzungu Chronicles* “Jean-Gaston! Stop! Don’t be a fool!” I was running up the main street of Libreville, the capital of Gabon. Running after Jean-Gaston who was running after Pierre-Louis Lagarde, our boss. I was also running out of breath. Only slightly. Allow me to backtrack a bit. My first job after College was in…
The Double me. El doble yo. San Agustin culture. Colombia. Venice. Kennedy was here. Plaza cívica, Teatro Independencia, Mexico city. June 30th, 1962. Been a while. Vintage. Tlalpan, Mexico city. Venice. San Agustín culture. Colombia. Another “double me.” Looks a bit like Breton dolmens, a good example of independent development. Charles de Gaulle visited on…
Where have all the flowers gone?Long time passingWhere have all the flowers gone?Long time agoWhere have all the flowers gone?Young girls have picked them, every oneOh, when will they ever learn?Oh, when will they ever learn? Where have all the young girls gone?Long time passingWhere have all the young girls gone?Long time agoWhere have all…
White House Press Room. Washington, D.C. First half of the 21st Century. “Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States.” “Good morning, good morning. I’ll be brief, so you can make the early news. The United States of America has decided to withdraw altogether from the United Nations.” Rumble across the press room. The…
I‘m coming out of the Non-Being. It takes a little time. It’s always fuzzy at the beginning. Bear with me. I like a mission where I can wear nice costumes. ‘Have to admit the TSA uniform is a bit boring. Having said that, coming out of Non-Being with a fancy costumes take a bit more…
Equinoxio 