I don’t know why this symbol can’t be gender neutral. Surely women cross roads too? That said, I do like this ‘tunnel’ to a tiny, dusty micro world that few visit. Can you see the figure in the reflection? That’s me wishing you a safe and forward-looking 2013! :)
This striking scene arrested me as I wandered near Seminyak in Bali. The suggestion of a leader, backed by three cohorts, is mildly unsettling. A bit 'Planet of the Apes' (original version) maybe. I certainly didn't see any crows! I also find the background jungle a bit menacing, but that's probably because I'm a city boy. Note the rich shadows in the blue shirt. The rice is lovely.
Holding the line (a poem to my dad). Winter. A long, active life - lived to good purpose. The proof in scars. A dipping sun gilds fragile bones. Awkwardly set, but clinging yet. To this worldly thread. Brave. Upright. An iron will holds failing parts. With fixed stare that daren’t fall. To the creeping gloom.
“Appena l’essere umano è solo, la sua ragione vacilla. Io lo credo: credo che la persona abbandonata a se stessa sia già contagiata dalla follia perché niente arresta l’insorgere di un delirio personale.” (Marguerite Duras)