Thursday, July 22, 2004
when skies are blue
"painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting with the gift of speech."
- simonides (556 BC - 468 BC)
today a real sun - not golden brushstrokes, not fond memories of other summers, not desperate optimism, but a REAL sun - smiled, and life moved outside, and the monochromatic palette of the past few weeks was replaced by brilliance, making amsterdam a wonderful place to be: for honeymooners, and for unreasonable souls like me, who do not, and will not, ever, thrive on grayness. long live.
*and a postscript: there is unlimited beauty out there, and bruno, for one, is a daily inspiration. his photos ARE poetry. this one is my special favourite. i can't imagine anyone not being enchanted.