Gent #2
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I think warehouses and old factories are cool. Go to Rotterdam if you agree with me… I also like machines.
With a stopover in Antwerpen, we are headed to Rotterdam from Brussels. We missed the first train because someone went to bed too late—drank coffee later that he should have and couldn’t sleep. But that’s okay, I love him anyway. It’s now 11am. We’re bringing along a little money (i.e., a bothersome jumble of coins…
I just returned home from a very short, but immensely pleasing/intriguing trip to Rotterdam, Netherlands. Rotterdam is super cool. So are the birds who live on the port.
Sometimes, I wish I lived in the countryside–I don’t really care where exactly, just a little nook among the flowers, under a wide open sky, would do me right…
I just had to.* Vintage Vedder. 1991. Pearl Jam. “Release” on Ten. *Don’t hate. Just jam. Oh, and, thumbs up if you listen to this loud and on repeat once and a while too!
I have a problem. I really like taking pictures–attempting to capture a minuscule portion of the beauty in the world (…there’s just so damn much of it)–and then, I want to share this beauty with the universe. Thus, herein lies the problem: I don’t know if anyone really cares about the pictures I take. You see, I’d…
For today’s song of the day, I had to go way back….to the 1950s. The Sensational Nightingales is a Gospel music quartet that reached its peak of popularity in the 1950s, when it featured Rev. Julius Cheeks as its lead singer. Although they continue to record and tour today, I prefer the sound of their older stuff! And rightfully so!…
Today’s song (“Auburn and Ivory”) is by Beach House, a dream-pop group from Baltimore, Maryland. Formed in 2005, the group has since been on my go-to list when in doubt. Beach House always puts me in the mood 🙂
It has been 7 months since the day I officially left Paris — with the prospect of greener pastures in Belgium. But, today, as on many other days since being in Brussels, I feel a void–a void, which fills me with longing. Sometimes, when the sun is shining (as it actually does on occasion in…
Hello. I found these in my (online) stack of pics and didn’t know where to put them, but, I figured, they don’t deserve to be hidden, piled up in the dark and musty corner of some hard disk… so, here they are… some of my fav’s–>
Today’s song of the day is by one of my favorite groups (ever!): Marine Girls. “A Different Light,” found on their 14-track, second album, Lazy Ways, is just splendid. Give it a listen! Marine Girls, originally from Hatfield, Hertfordshire, was only technically active for three years (1980-1983), but their Beach Party album was named as one of Kurt Cobain’s 50 favorite…
Today’s song of the day… “Something in the Way” is an song by Nirvana–written by Kurt Cobain. It is the final song on their 1991 studio album Nevermind (without counting the secret track on the album). Very interesting, from Wikipedia: According to Nevermind’s producer Butch Vig, Cobain had originally wanted to record “Something in the Way” with the full…
Here’s the song of the day, and what a good one it is!* *Do us all a favor and listen to it LOUD. Many thanks.
As we head to the summit of the mountain deep in the province of Auvergne, Pickles, chaser of flies (grasshoppers, butterflies, etc.), remains at ease, hot and just about to sneeze. Pickles is happy in the tall grass, resting from the trek so far, among wild flowers. And, now, here he is, my little city dog, happy that…
Early evening, almost summer, a slight breeze, Marine Girls’ “Lazy Ways” playing on the radio. A pair of doves waddle in the grass before me. Hirondelles swoop through the cloud-spotted sky above. A lone lizard runs rings around the pool. A stone sculpture, motionless, observing. A bouquet of pink roses swaying on a tall stalk. A…
The fields around Aigremont, Languedoc-Roussillon, France are full of life. I’m over here, squatting in the shade of the old fig tree–I remember when it was knee high, back when I was ten. Pickles is panting beside me; he wants water, but I can’t tear myself away. I am lost in thought. We watch young,…
Today, like every day for the past two years, I take a stroll through the front paths of the back part of the woods. My dog and I watch as the forest changes, as we change with it. From day to day, the coppice grows a muse within me. I kick chestnuts that Pickles tries to eat…