sweets for my sweet

candy saturday, such a sweet habit.

me, myself and i

self portrait. sort of.

venice in peril

the rescue squad is on it’s way!

communication

today meets yesterday.

catch

You know I even think that she stared like you
She used to just stand there and stare
And roll her eyes right up to heaven
And make like I just wasn’t there

And she used to fall down a lot
That girl was always falling
Again and again
And I used to sometimes try to catch her
But never even caught her name

(lyrics by robert smith – they just fit so well)

mr alphabet says

the feeling of not being able to formulate your thoughts in a meaningful way, or maybe the overwhelming amount of information sweeping over us from everywhere. the stuttering and stumbling of words when you approach that very special person you really would like to say something witty to. and there you stand with your mouth full of letters refusing to come out in a sensible way.

your interpretation is as valid as mine. no more words.

sea song

the crisp autumn air sending cold streaks down your back as the old ferry slowly takes you to your destination. you shrug and kneel to find some shelter from the cold wind, when turning you see the frame made by the opening for the mooring where you can see the other ferries pass by. and you realize it’s a nice view.

we just had to try this

inspired by patrick latter we couldn’t resist to try this. we’re not going to say how many shots it took us and we never got it perfect, but we learnt some and we are still pretty pleased with the result. so, thanks for sharing!

this is my night

just waiting for the wine to come! thanks darling for making my evening!

and then we spent the rest of the evening being inspired by one of you. stay tuned. 🙂

joy in repetition

the low standing sun of early autumn creates nice patterns at the city hall. joy in repetition.