the colour of spring

Forget our fate
The pedlar sings
Set up to sell my soul
I've lived a life for wealth to bring

And yet I'll gaze
The colour of spring
Immerse in that one moment
Left in love with everything

Soar the bridges
That I burnt before
One song among us all

mark hollis, 1998

a favourite

i once posted this little film in an other place... but it should really be here too.

de la panne à ostende

yesterday, i went to the sea. it's less than a couple of hours away but i had not been there for three years. much too long. i don't recall having spent so much time without seeing it.

it was a beautiful tiring day. with long nearly desert beaches. a wind so strong that it makes your ears ache. many detours because of roadworks nearly everywhere on the belgian coast. farm animals in the green green grass. fog wrapped around ostende's buildings.

and the pleasure to know, the day before, that i was going to make this little one day trip. to have something to look forward to.

it's just fleeting glimpses

this makes me feel good.

for the birds

in the first days of august 1908, a mother sent all these to her son Jean who lived in bruxelles.