A few pictures collected around the 'hood between gigs over the past few weeks.
Outdoors
in Everyday, Food and Drink, Outdoors, Poetry
February, month of despair,
with a skewered heart in the centre.
I think dire thoughts, and lust for French fries
with a splash of vinegar.
-Margaret Atwood, from "February" (1995)
Es ist so still, so heimlich um mich. Die Sonn ist unten, der Tag entwich. Wie schnell nun heran der Abend graut. Mir ist es recht, sonst ist mir's zu laut.
-Leitner (1825)
It is so still, so secret around me.
The sun is set, the day expired.
How fast now the evening fades to gray!
To me it is perfect; the day is too loud.
