day 39

Remember why you're doing this

day 38

Wonderland and I

day 37

I have my one and only home made rosace

why wouldn't I?

day 36

driveway

day 35

The Milestone

35 on the 35th day

day 34

Paris VS Venice

a tale of two cities

day 33

That old squeaky car.

Chapter one

We started at the top of the mountain. 

 It was the moment to start.

Nowhere to go but down.

And down we went.

day 32

These are the shadows of things that have been. 

That they are what they are, do not blame me!

d'après Dickens

part I

ghost of Christmas Past

when the character is reminded of more innocent times, of love and friendship long gone,

of his own mistakes and of what good they brought to others.

day 31

vintage.

day 30

well if I ever see the morning

just like a lizard in the spring

I'm gonna run out in the meadow

to catch the silence where it sings

the tallest man on earth, I won't be found

day 29

it's sunnier in the closet

day 28

when the TV is off

day 27

on the upside of things.

(it is really early)

day 26

Thank you but not today.

(and it is not a railway)

day 25

Blue Dress on Black Dress

day 24

I heard it's sinking

day 23

The door

day 22

day 21

verge(noun): an area along the edge of a road, path, etc.

1          a (1) :  a rod or staff carried as an emblem of authority or        

    symbol of office (2) obsolete :  a stick or wand held by a 

    person being admitted to tenancy while he swears fealty

b :  the spindle of a watch balance; especially :  a spindle with pallets in an old vertical escapement

c :  the male copulatory organ of any of various invertebrates

2

a :  something that borders, limits, or bounds: as (1) :  an outer margin of an object or structural part (2) :  the edge of roof covering (as tiling) projecting over the gable of a roof (3)British :  a paved or planted strip of land at the edge of a road:  shoulder

b :  brink, threshold <a country on the verge of destruction — Archibald MacLeish>

Examples of VERGE

1. <the suspect was on the verge of confessing when the officers realized that he hadn't been read his rights>
2. <the southern verge of the national park>

Origin of VERGE

Middle English, rod, measuring rod, margin, from Anglo-French, rod, area of jurisdiction, from Latin virga twig, rod, line

First Known Use: 15th century

Related to VERGE

Synonyms: brink, cusp, edge, threshold, point

Related Words: nick

Near Antonyms: center, core, heart; inner, inside, interior, middle, within

Merrian Webster Dictionary 

day 20

Today I have nothing to say.

Seriously.

Nothing.

day 19

He hadn’t seen her in years, and meeting her again was messy. So much was lost, 

and for that, it was sorrowful; but there was still something about her. The sound 

of distant fireworks, invisible, out of grasp, nonetheless.

They greeted casually. Two half strangers, who used to know each other, a long 

time ago, and for a portion of time that now looked much dimmer than it really

 was. At a coffee table, like they used to do in the day, they tried to catch up - all to

 no avail. They were telling each other the stories of the lives that happened while

 the other one wasn’t there. Fireworks you never got to see. 

Looking back at one’s lives, there is never much to tell, when it comes to 

those really important things. Jobs, friends and nightclub stories, all that runs out 

really fast. But then they continued on books, movies, ideas, thoughts, feelings;

 those things one does not let out lightly. For a moment, they were thrown back ten

 years, back to when they could guess the other one’s thoughts, and keep secret 

conversations just with an eye glance.  And both were smiling.

Suddenly, he says that one of the things he regrets is that, being an amateur 

photographer, he never took a photograph of her. “I mean, for real… not a snapshot 

with a phone. I mean really photographing you, like… seriously.” He sounded 

entangled, hesitating. She looked at him, surprised and a little amused, knowing 

there was more to it and trying to guess. “Would you like to?” she asks in a 

snap, and now its him, who looks surprised. 

They met at his house. He had her seated against a white wall, loaded a B&W 

roll of film, and spent it all on her at once. Definitely a child at the 4^th of July. But that 

wasn’t it… it all lacked that gleeful feel of accomplishment, like when you arrive just

 on time at something you thought you’d be so late for, that already gave up on. Then it 

came to him: that roll was a poor compensation for all the rolls he ought to have

 done with her by then. A blind, old man, describing the memory of light. Trying to

 hide the disappointment, he went for a bottle of wine, poured her a glass, loaded 

another roll, and shot 36 more, completely out of faith, while they chatted. But after a 

silence, she caught his eye. “Now that you finally have me portrayed, you don’t seem 

that pleased about it.” She said. “This is not… Its not enough…” He replied, 

staring away. The fireworks were over, all that was left was smell of ash. Trying to l

ighten his mood, she put up a faint smile, and went on: “How would you have me, 

then? Standing? Dancing?” He gazed straight at her, shocked by the way she said

 it. A whole salve of salute shells in his stomach. “How would I have you? 

Blissfully, showered in flowers.”

Bernardo de Oliveira

day 18

My new work space

(and the mess you've created)

day 17

postcard

day 16

Through the looking glass

day 15

day 14

the road so far

day 13

The hideaway 

day 12

the fountain and the foe