An abundance of murals …
Great Expectations
On the road again
How long does it take from been there to lived there ? Is it really a question of time, or rather a question of immersion, exposure or life style? I like to think that I lived in Wellington, now that the time has come to move on, to get going again, to learn more of what is out there.
Safe Harbor
Over the hills and far away
Inversion
Oops … there it is. … Happy New Year!
This time things are different. The city seems empty. Temperatures are rising. Summer is here. I see how important context is, how much I depend on my cultural and climatic heritage, to properly feel the passing of another year. It seems I need the cold, the long nights and the crushing dominance of Christmas to truly believe that it is over.
This time it feels like the New Year sneaked up on me. … Welcome anyway. I hope we have a good time.
A Great 2015, to all of you, …
… and especially to some of you!
American Horror Story
I saw many things, heard many stories on my way from the East to the West coast. Some made sense to me, some less and some none at all. The United States did not feel like a nation to me, or a country, they felt more like a patchwork of nations and countries, of opinions and attitudes, held together by a flag, a five-page constitution, a strong belief in the military and two oceans that sandwich it all together; it felt like a head-on collision between a third world country, a high-tech company and the remains of an empire.
I noticed how important stories are. US-Americans certainly like their stories, like to talk and like to scare each other. They seem to have an exceptional talent for horror stories.
The Third Planet 