For me it was crows in Paris... In the grayest of days, when there was no sky, they punctuated the barren branches I walked under, to get to and from the Institute. Their cawing structured time between one darkness and another. I kept thinking how happy I'd be to "befriend" one, but it didn't happen. But many let me get close enough to look into their eye.
Couple of photos with black bird, orange wall and yellow square. Just lovely. Thanks for the morning music! You will remember those six months forever.
🎼 Blackbird singing in the dead of night 🎶
I love your painting
For me it was crows in Paris... In the grayest of days, when there was no sky, they punctuated the barren branches I walked under, to get to and from the Institute. Their cawing structured time between one darkness and another. I kept thinking how happy I'd be to "befriend" one, but it didn't happen. But many let me get close enough to look into their eye.
Love your fragments of sound and image.
How wonderful! We've had quite similar skies, times, even avian punctuators... Gracias.
Great photo of the blackbird! Like the painting too!
These birds kept us company all of us through you. Thanks, Kenneth for making us notice them ❤️
(Josep, like Sanne, sometimes asked after Dirk and Bente, as if they were back, lounging in my flat!)
Not surprised. What a nice cohort we’ve been and what an inspiring role you’ve played in it. My deep affection, M
Add another comma after your name, pls. 🤦🏻♀️
Couple of photos with black bird, orange wall and yellow square. Just lovely. Thanks for the morning music! You will remember those six months forever.
Grazie, Sharron. The birds' backdrop has become very familiar...
Your painting is coming along really well, comrade.
amateur (key to enjoyment)
Lovely!
Really like this one Kenneth
Hey, many thanks! Such great birds...
They really are. Mischievous little things too