I imagined my death this morning: In a car crash or by a bullet. I felt sorry for myself. I cried over my corpse for a while. Soon after I started talking of cows, of the government, of how expensive life is nowadays, And I felt better, a little bit good. I meant to tell you that I am really ill. As if without skin, hurt by the air around, wounded by the sun, by words, by dreams. An annoying devil has climbed on the back of my head and doesn't leve me alone. Ulcerous, rotten, I have to live crawling, on all fours, slowly, any way I can. [Jaime Sabines (1926-1999)]

The calligraphy in the main dome of Hagia Sophia is The Verse of Light — the 35th verse of the 24th surah of the Quran: "Allah is the Light of the heavens and the earth".

A friend changed the slates of the roof for tiles. I picked up a couple that ended up very useful as backgrounds and textures.

Some monochrome structures...

An image back in time....

Walking on the White Cliffs of Dover, looking towards France... The clouds and the Chanel

Six cala lilies in six images

Once again going back in time with photographs I have taken and become a reality once again by the power of memory and feeling