old bones

we're the old bones, i sometimes feel. because, who's still blogging? thought so. IG stories are rising and that means that so much talk is being poured into ever shorter messaging. which is fine, but short. 

i've come to name my posts here newsletters. i have no idea who are reading these. i don't keep stats, didn't ever. but who is still summoning up the courage to read? because that's what it is about.

one needs time, one needs space, and preferably not a hand sized reader that doesn't allow room for comfort. and one needs an open mind, a will to navigate, to stand still, to observe. are you still reading any? 

there's few blogs i follow and i read in depth. my mode of reading up has changed considerably too. and i miss those olden times, those windows into other people's homes, miles and miles away from my own. 

the words we spoke, the phrases we exchanged. we've all seen them being reduced to stickers, gifs and emojis. i dare almost say, what a waste of language. but then evolution is perhaps this?... daring to change....

i've added images from WATOU SUMMER EXHIBITION, and am too lazy at this point to look up who is who. sorry, artists. will do at some point. 

♥ have an excellent week ahead everyone. ♥

two tone everyday

today brussels' instruments museum, in the eighties a place to squat....
a little while ago ariane sent me a meme that made my heart jump. the next moment i held my breath. i haven't done b&w photography pretty much since my photography years. gasp, gasp. should i? 

brussels' cinema, old times' selfie, eighties
i'd a few ideas, but nothing really came to any fruition. i re-started morning running, in an attempt at lateral thinking. but oh. my weak knee gave way again. i've had an injury for a while. 

kerrville, us. greyhound busstop undoubtedly, nineties
having it play up now is a bummer though. should i go on long walks instead, the ones of old, while (hopefully) healing the knee. should i just explore and perhaps take my reflex camera?

geraardsbergen, idegem
i took my courage and asked ansel adams to join me on my train of thoughts. correction - i asked mister ansel gently to join me to talk, you know, not even dreaming of coming close to his mastership. 

geraardsbergen, idegem
i've started walking. today fat raindrops joined us. but OVERjoyed! i'll be IG-posting seven b&w images over a week that starts today saturday, following ariane's gentle prod, displaying a version of everyday.

enjoy the week ahead. i will. ♥