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Well... the weather was fine today, so I put my resolution into action and went into town in order to take some "creative pics".

Even if it doesn't look so in the light of the pic above, it was a sunny and quite warm day, I had the first outside coffee of this year and enjoyed the rambling through town as much as you can enjoy something when you're feeling lonely.

Still fascinated by reflections, I returned to an old habit and took a series of about a dozen selfreflexion pics. I'll start to post them tomorrow, as usual combined with a borrowed poem, and I'll let them tell the story of this day without further statements.

Story telling pictures are NOT taken by being aware of the story; it's a matter of letting the unconscious choose subject and subject matter -- in this state, you're not the conductor but only the listener.

Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.

Wait.
Don't go too early.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.

~ Galway Kinnell ~

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