Oh, my boots !

I like boots ... every boots, light ones, thick ones, epic ones as those of Chevalier d'Eon, rebel ones for motrobiking, strong ones for horsemen ... especially when one of their buckles appear swiftly under the fine fabric of my black skirt ... when my boots cover my ankles gently ... or when my formal ones underline the curve of my calf and when, mischievous, I lace my old one up to my knees ...

Comediante tragediante

She was underlining her eyes with a black line ... drawing her lips with a touch of pink ... and spreading white tar on her face ... the curtain was going to raise up ... drama could begin ..

A nice day !

It was a nice day, a freezing day with mist that bited ... a polar day, a white bear day .. a day that gives you the drive to put on your boots and go for a walk in the nature !!!

Codolet a small village in the Gard, South east of France !

Magic filter !

Brrrrrrrrrrr ...

It is cold tonight ! ... the wind is blowing on your squeleton from spine to Atlas !!! ... so when I came back home, I took my caldron ... yes, my large caldron, my long fork ... ah, ah, ah...I have no use of ancien grimy .... I have been knowing it for ages ...three carrots, one long leek, two potatoes ... a stuck of saucage ... two seed of garlic ...one clove ...one laurel leaf ...some duck greasse ... some old seeds of peeper and ... some salt ! ...

I cook, it roasts ... I turn, it boils ....

and you will have it with Cheese and Bakon !!!!

ABRACADABRA !

Mixing up colors

The day was stretching ou in Avignon, water flew quietly ... the day had been fresh and clear ... light was so crystal clear and persisted a bit more ... the end of the day was completing the mixing up of colors ...

Hija de la luna

A la hija de la Luna le espera encontrar el hijo de Sol ...
Para que de los dos, se nacen estrellas y marypossas ...

Emergency

For security reasons, being hacked and raided on my site and my messenger

with criminal assaults,
I am forced to close my messenger and my friends personal access on my space, never knowing really who hides under my contacts ...

(Trustful and peaceful people can though leave message on this blog)

Prophecy

I know you, the tomb raider, the sparkles killer,
I know you the hacker, you who comes invisible,
I know you who straps and leaves without a shout,
I know you hidden, anomym, I know you from ancien times,
You who raided on tombs, you who forged graves, you who violated cities,
I know you from ancien times, I know you from end of times ....

I am Not a Barbie !

NO, I have no silicone in my boobs !... NO, I have no liposuccion on my ass ! .... NO, no peroxide on my hair ! ... NO, I am Not member at the Grease Liberation Front either ! ... YES, I am true type ! 100% pure whool ! To be washed with Woolite ! Well, I just conceide one coloration of my natural color, sometimes, some pink touch on my lips and a black line to underline my preferred expressions ... but only

... because I worth it !!! ... Don't I ? ...

(Well, Barbarella will have to compare though !!!)

The sparrow and the postponing mark ...


Piaf was small and still very young ..
And his wings were now strong enough ...
One on the left, one on the right ...
But his nest was high and earth was low ...

"well ... let's see tomorrow ..." !!!

Cinderella is on war !

Last year, I had the pleasure to welcome three young comedians of the Avignon Festival, who needed to be sheltered for that occasion ... in return, they gave me the permission to take pictures of them while making up and training on my terrace... Emilie, Anna and Valérie were playing Cinderella is on war ! an adaptation of the Fairy Tale in a up-to-date and funny Comedia del Arte drama .... they will resume the play, next season, and you will be able to smile, to laugh or simply let you seduce... time of one or two (if you fall in love) representations ....

Sweety life !

I want to answer to Ratounet, whose diabet makes difficult the use of sweets ... that there exist sweety things as sweet and mellow as sugar ... that ease sleep, digestion, élimination ... help in loosing fat and toxins ... lighten brain and mood ... give appetite ... strengthen blood pressure and makes you .... ENERGETIC !!!
but do not overdooooo ...it ! better not !!... lol

For a tiny piece of sugar !

I am surprised that since a few years, sugar is diabolised and that we erracidate any form of sweetening in cooking ...same for salt, i'll come back on it later on ...when I was a child, my mother used to give me sugar in a glass of water to make me sleep ... times have changed, now, we use to take pills to fall asleep ...sugar could cure small pains and heavy moods ... our muscles got loose under the the myolaxing and anti-anxiogen effect of the endrocrines it stimulated but also owing to its hypotensive effect and because it also stimulates adrenaline you get energy enough for sleeping wel and awaking in good mood .... today, we take antalgics and anti-stress pills ... this is much proffitable to pharmaceutical laboratories than to sugar industry ... sûre ..okay, sugar is dangerous ! That's what they use to tell you (me too, don't worry) ...but for diabetical persons !!!! I AM NOT diabetical ! And my relations keep on terrifying me with the tiny lump of sugar I put in my coffee !!! Yes, there seems to imply financial interests of course ... but ... in a civilasation of perpetual stress, of endless ringings, of stridents noices, of sarcarsms and critics, isn't there a hidden purpose to get on our nerves without a natural, easy and fast relief ?

Highlands

I talked to Joel and the owner of the Brantes Tavern where I enjoy to go when life is hard in the city and when technology is taking too much of my strengths ...when I only look on life opening Windows' windows, and that world is becoming too virtual ... so, yes it's nice to be in Brantes, to open windows on a gorgeous and sovereign nature and on brantes' inhabitants, isolated on winter, far from business centers, as we say, and busy to hunt or to bring wood inside ... but, connected to Meetic and driving four-drive wheels !! No, highlands are not the end of the road, no, highlands are not insulated, but they still can open windows on something else than on Bill Gates' world !

From Poter's hands

In Brantes, you can also find a poter, who I thank for letting me taking pictures ... He named is Jaap, he is Dutch, he is maried to Martine who works in the workshop and the shop next door ... he makes chinas with bright and numerous colors in his workshop of clay where every thing is white, cream and earth grey ... lanterns, plates and pots of all sorts are brought ot life from his hands ... yesterday, he was making ducks that would be used as salt or pepper servitors ...

A night in Brantes

Well, and if we decided to stay in Brantes ... we could stay there for the end of the week ... we would take a light meal, with one or two slices of bacon, a green salad just cut in the morning, and baked potatoes smoking and smelling good ... and a hot coffee ! The bed would be little noisy, the bedroom would be very dark, dark nigths in Brantes are cosy and tender ...and on the morning when we get up we would wide open the shutters on the blue hazes of the Mount Ventoux !!!

Aquarius

Capricorn's time is coming to an end, Water time is begining ... the hard times of Winter, the burrial of nature strengths into the deep waters of Scorpio, are completed ... water from the sky is spilled on a still cold earth ... life water going down on earth is going to give birth to the seed again ... these are time of unsettleness ... these are times of rains, fogs, heavy clouds that trigger Spring ... our bodies are going to get out of the stillness of winter ...energy, which receeded to kidneys because of cold and the exile of the sun, slackened our fingers and our spirit, is ready to go up to higher parts of the body till the total zenith of the heart, with the Lio, right in the middle of Summer ... these are also times for adaptation to climatic changes... these are times of fevers and shivers (febre in latin for fever gives February), colds, bronchitis and diarrheas .. blood which is not strong enough, is still longering to clean upper parts of the body, is still stagning in the lower parts of it, but begins to heat it again somehow ... we arrive to the interseason, the time of blade, the master of body waters ... of blood, urinae, lymph,synovy and tears as well ... water is going to be dispatched in the body, blood is ready to go up to the skin, draining is ready to start soon ... and will be stabilised in the Pisces' water till the Aries with its fire, Aries the emperor of the liver, symetrical and stabilisator of the blade, and rising up energy ... the person mastered by Aquarius, is born in the middle of the blader instability, can show instability of the body liquids, a certain instability of character and a slacking down of the muscle tonicity ...of course, we must temper this portrait, man being a social being, his behaviour is modified by his social and personal habits (smoking, alcohol, stress) which can sometimes counterbalance the hypotonicity of the season but can too reinforce its unstabilities ... Aquarius times is time for the preparation of the body to the arrival of Life, of the power of blood pressure rising up with the heating of the earth and the reinforcement of light coming from the progressive return of the sun to the equinox ....

Pyrénées

I told you that I was coming from the Pyrénées Mountains... yes, I told you about Garrabet, my sweet little village in Ariège ! ... They gave me my strength and my courage ... and my passionate charracter too ! .. from their winding paths, I keep the drive for long steps, from their torrents the stregnth to fight, from their tops the feeling to go ahead, from their rocks the power of my drive, from their meadows tenderness and feminity !! ... I am born out of thelluric forces, breaks and techtonic chocs, out of Pyren's work ... from the fire of its belly, from the fire of its silexes, from the fire of its woodfires ... out of the water of its springs ... out of the earth of its furrows ...and out of the Autan, the wind that still gives life to the country of my roots !

May 68th

Daddy was coming from school, they 've just closed it ... things were getting thougher ... young men were coming with iron bars ...Toulouse was splitted into two on the Grands Boulevards ... others were playing football on the open field ... and we looked at them from the top of the hill ...May 68th I was bumped by a ball on my head ...

The street of the child who pis

The street of the child who pis ! ... isn't it funny !!... yes this is the name of a street ! True, this is an old street of Bagnols sur Cèze, in the south of France, a street in the grotty part of the town, somehow dark and twisted, as a labyrinth would be ... of course it has been restaured lately ...but I wouldn't go there by night, it is not particularly dangerous or ill-famed but there is a particular atmosphere ... Dostovievsky has Rastignac roming still there ...

The Giants and the Electricity Fairies

Behind our door, do you know what is there ? A nucle ! yes, a nuclear power plant, plant plant !!!! Yes, this is fumes, or steam ...no this is not dangerous... no, no..This is going out of cooling towers as they say ... it is done for cooling water .... yes water from the nucle !! and from the nucle there are many giants that go through the plain and ahead ... yes they even cross the pyrénées, the giants ... they go to spain... because in Spain they do not have Giants !!! So we give some to them ... for bringing electricity !!! We are so generous !!! This is called european colocation, right ?

The trapper of Hawai

He is from Michigan ! ... Yes ,you know : there are trees like this ... houses like that ... and a lake like this ...yes, the Michigan Lake, of course ! Well, he says it is like the Mediterranean Sea, a bit colder that's all !!! ... we cannot see the other side !! There, they wear heavy pull-overs and heavy stocks ...! Yes, he is an american ... not like a surfer in Hawai but as a trappeur in Hawai... no there are no trappers in Hawai.. they do not trap there ... (but they can go on hollydays too, don't they ?? ) ... but he doesn't want me to tell his name, no, no...

I love empty ... ash-trays !

He was well-famed and women loved him ... charming, handsome somehow rebel-like and very seducing ...the neaty one ... the well-trimed one ... you'll love me for sure !!! ... some humour, some lip and stick expression ... always a convinient smile ... always a pat on pals' shoulders ...we could often find him in the pub near-by ... firmly stuck to his beer and his Red Marlborough cigarettes pack ... and he could tellyou verse, without, never ... let his glass down

The César

This is at a baker's, the Cesar in Orange ... it has sandwiches of all sorts... and breads of all sorts too ... long ones, round ones, golden ones.... so golden that you fel like kicking them from top to bottom... in bunches or in loafes... and they have also sultanas cakes so weet and mellow that you cannot forget them ... the baker's seller is so nice and welcoming that you are tempted to go back ...

From earth to moon

She wonder how did she could have arrived there ! She found herself sitting on the ground, exhausted, on a tiny piece of land of the moon she did not know at all !!! and she did not remember how or why she drifted there !!! She had pinced herself, she had scrubbed her eyes, waited for days and hours ... no, no, she was not dreaming... nobody would come for bringing her morning coffee !! ... no, she had to wait for next Apollo mission ... or ?... well, who knows when Americans would land on ground ?

Normal Safety

From earthly calamities to familly tsunamis, I came to the conclusion that life is not an easy way and that we do not sail as easyly that we take the train ... and I deeply regret times when employment was safe and secure as a guaranty for affective and moral safety ... there were times when we could find a job and we could normaly presume that we could preserve it for next year or even till retirement days ... citizens were peaceful and the state was safe ... train was on the way and the destination was well known ... nowadays, public institutions instrumented by mass media, or may be the reverse... try to proove you that such is life and that nothing can be changed to the pace of life ... so obviously, nothing is going to change !!!

There was a time when we welcomed progress as a factor of endless wealth, prosperity and evolution... if progress is over and if we admit that recession is inevitable ... Truth of one day is not truth of every day (?) ... so what is said to the people but the yielding to unconditionnal abandon to the social and economic destructurations ... if state is no longer regulating society ... who will do it ?... God, only ! Knows !

In Orange

The Mistral stopped blowing ... 10.000 people were waiting for Aida ... under Trajan's eye, the impressive wall of stones was ready to vibrate under the martial trumpets ... and in front of it, the human wall was ready to sound too ... to amplificate the echo of the choirs that were going to raise together ... bodies were walls that will echo ... and the antique Theater would become epic, lyrical, mythical ... fantastic !

On sunday's morning

It was taking good time on the canal quietly... no problems at all ... he glanced at me with its animal eye ... She was walking quietly on the canal... no problemo ... we said hello and ... we went away ... quietly

Breakfast I was hitching on a sunday morning on her terrace ... when I saw her sitting down ... and I looked at her ... for sure she was not made up and did not recognise me ... although she saw me on my branch .. yes my branch on the cherry tree that she has in her garden not so far from her terrace .... she glance at me crunching her slice of bread with strawberry marmelade ... she might not have guessed the shy smile that I had for her ... what a shame ! another time may be .. so said I ... and I flew away ...

My grand mothers ...

They had long tied hair and long dresses my grand mothers ... they were young too ... like me ... and let young people away when they got to close (indeed ??) ... they had that easy smile that young people have when they have the age of insouciance ...they spoke bluntly too ... who says that they were timid and insipid ...we use to fancy them always as old, tired, wise and thoughtful ones ... as if never they were young and tense.... as if in past times women had always been submitted, obeying and patient at home ... as if they never had dreamt of going to dance instead of cooking or hand washing ... what is true ?? ....

Erratum : I made a mistake, an easy one....yes, my grand mothers didn't have long dresses, as their mothers .... but short-gneed shirts, stockings and stocking-holders ... they used to brush their hair and put rolls on ... they didn't do hand-washing any longer, they just received the brand new washing-machines coming from the States ... It was time for G.Is for chewing gums ... and they used to listen to the Pointers' Sisters on London is on the air ...the radio where the French people spoke to the French people ... from... abroad !!!

Super tanker

Don't you know what I did today ?? Something really extraordinary, fabulous, wonderful happened to me !! Yes, I was tyred of working so I decided to go shopping somehow ... so I went northern, a bit father than usual ... more exactly between Orange and Monthélimard ...more exactly at Bollène ... I did not drive on the highway I wanted to have a glance to the countryside .. and you'll never guess on what I fell upon !!!! ... a super tanker !!! Yessss, a super tanker but a large one !!! really !!! ... between Bollène and Monthélimard ... well more exactly at Bollène on the bridge .... well, I was on the bridge and it was under ... well I was taking pics of the canal when I saw a barge in the foreground ...... well I thought it was a barge ... well ? ...well, when it came nearer... I saw it was not a barge but ... a super super tanker !!! ... It went below me ... and I nearly went off !!! ...It was so long, really so long that I couldn't believe it !! believe me !!! ... so amazing that I'm still shaking !!! realllllly !!!

Shot talk

I met France yesterday in l'Isle sur Sorgue where I use to go for shopping on Sunday mornings and where I use to take pictures because it's a lovely place and busy ... it's a place where amateurs of antiques and second hand shops use to meet and sometimes photographers too ... we met around a Ferrari Testarossa that we shot whitout a shame... and of course, we ended up to the Café de France with a cup of coffee and a pixel talk ... I came to the conclusion that it is not the machine which makes a pic but the photographer ... my cameras are usually not very good ones ... and have heratic behaviours after a thousand of pics more or less (which means over one month for me...)... I used to have good cameras at a time when manufacturers used to do something else than merchandising ... now, I fancy somehow in front of good machines .... but as I said to France a trivial subject with a medium quality camera will never make a good shot ... to take a picture of a good composition will always give hints of the photographers' uniqueness and art ... but of course to take a good composition with a good camera ... we 'll write a note to Cannon ... because Canon, you can .... or you Cannot !!!

At the Stars Pub

She pushed the blue door ... she found it heavier that she thought first ... the entry was vast, crytalline but empty ... strange voices could be heard by hints ... she followed the iron-walled corridor and the copper one ....the stepped three stepped down ... there was a wird garden ... and in the backyard... a glass house ... a few people were standing there and looked at her deviously ... she opened the door ... everything didn't look very normal ...there was a bar with a few etrusque glasses and florescent colors bottles ...

Temporary problems with photos uploading

The door

The street was empty now ... the last passer-by had just crossed over ... he had a grey overcoat and a ref scarf ... he was following his own idea ... she was following her own ... when her eye was caught by a detail in the street ... a blue door with a copper hub ... the building was massive and opaque ... some windows half-opened let one think that the house was inhabited ...what was there behind that blue door ??

Petri's box

It was a very nice town ... very neaty ... rounded by heavy walls by ancient times ... to protect from others ... the walls have disappeared nowadays ... but i looks still like a Petri box ... you knox the one that is used in laboratories ...round ... flat ... transparent to let light go in ... closed to prevent things entering or things going out ... with a feeding solution... and bacteria to see how they behave ... they grow, live and destroy each other ....

but it's a very nice town ...

I enjoy potatoes

Yesssssss, I enjoy potatoes !!! ... Yes ... those I used to crop when I was at my grand father's ... We needed to bend over, to scratch ... to search in the ground ... and we found them deep down in the earth, hidden as secrets ... in nests or alone .. brown but unrecognisable under their muddy crust .. like golden treasures occulted to men but known to wizzards ...
The potatoe is a miracle ! It grows by itself deep in clusters ... protected deep inside to tresist to frost and cold ... very strong the potatoe .... full of energy, full of vitality right in the middle of a mean lean poor and desnuded winter

Solstice

Light went down deep into winter ... life strengths dived deep into the earth ... slowed down ... introverted untill the winter solstice ... aminals began to hibernate, roots stretched down deep inside in search for heat and men felt ligth going down ... heaviness and exhaustion settling down ... with the same sleepyness that invaded earth ... ... cold and melancolic, they are still waiting for the return of spring ... for the first springs of life there deep in the furrows ... but ... earth is now going to awake slowly ... seeds will begin to arise from their long silence ... a few days more and seeds will awake ... some more heat, some more light ... and man will awake ... grains will grow ... and life will come back ...

6 p.m. in Avignon ...

Shadows were stretching under the massive building of the Popes' Palace .. cobblestones still shined under the sole lamp post of the square ... the day was coming to an end ... an other day was coming soon !

Best wishes for a Happy New Year !!!