Filmmaker & art photographer. I publish photo stories & diaries. France.
It was a starry night under the dome
In the ancient city that I call home.
“Now when we had escaped the rocks, and dread Charybdis and Scylla, presently then we came to the goodly island of the god, where were the…
A bunch not faded, but the lily-flower
No sun inside, no wet light in the garden
The sky is so low, it touches the tower…