the sea within us, continued
"and year by year our memory fades From all the circles of the hill"
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
African Wild Cat
cheetah
Nxai pans entrance: the end of the world
Libellule
Fruit and seed of the baobab tree
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
The seven Baines Boababs, shrouded in a butterfly cloud
Nata Lodge
la plateforme sur pilotis
Monday, September 17, 2012
Different phases of the sunsets
The gigantic dung beetle Matteo took to heart
Matteo wanted us to hold hands...
the spoor of the hyena
Taking flight
Aquarelle
The little Manneken Pis of the Makgadikgadi pans
In Francistown, there is a bird that doesn't take you for granted.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
arriving at Nata, visit to the pans
en route pour le Bostwana
frida, in holiday mode
Old friends
Breathtaking views over Cape Town (Riaan's brother's house)
December 2011: wonderful Cape Town escapade for Fig and Riaan's wedding
The Guinea-Fowled Dusk: goodbye to the farm
Piet, pareil a lui meme
mémorable rencontre
Matteo at the farm: sheer bliss.
the damsel, all silk and gauze, poised for her flight
The crisp beauty of a child
Matteo et Grandmere
The sparseness of the rooms, now interrupted by the inconsequential twitter of human voices
Unfathomable Torpor.
Saturday, September 15, 2012
All the sad young men, choking on their youth.
Outside a fierce light obliterates the landscape. Inside, we leave the curtains and doors ajar, allowing the light to seep through the house in soft creamy glows.
Maman de La Cuisine, qui sert ses enfants.
Sunday, July 29, 2012
A visit to the other farm, four walls erected in the wilderness. Haunting must be the nights.
The farm as an over-simplified, self-sufficient world, reduced to a few familiar images, overcharged with meaning, like icons: the towering windmill that screeches when the wind blows, the inside of the large kitchen, glowing like a candle; a simple world that is an infinity nonetheless.
le bronze des lumières: la patine des souvenirs.
(JM et le front généreux de sa famille)
JM s'embourbe dans l'angoisse d'une menace sourde. Celle des insectes, des serpents et des pantheres.
Back to the farm. Matteo mentions it as 'Peter Pan's farm'.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
satyr's head: stone imitating flesh.Detail: acupuncture needles on the neck, to deter pigeons...
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Via San Stefano, Bologna: sculpted heads, mangled by time, as idiosyncratic as the human faces they were modeled after
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