"Wee bits and pieces"

Listen to the stone's voice:

"I came all the way from China in a sailor's bag...The ship sank and I landed on the Norway shore ...But I'll always keep his soul alive, deep inside me...He was my beloved sailor"

Le fantôme de la Rue des bosses, Bump-Street ghost

envol, taking flight...

.....

African princess, Princesse d'Afrique...

Where do you come from strange visitors ?
Etonnants voyageurs, d'où venez-vous ?

Time for laugh and dreams ???

"I am caged in this corner
full of melancholy and sorrow...
My wings are closed and I cannot fly...
I am an Afghan woman and so must wail..."

Nadia Anjuman (1980-2005) poet and journalist

The sun's rising...

Pixabeille's waking up...

Lovely, her washing is dry!

Time to dress...

I went to the garden this afternoon...

I picked up beautiful flowers to make myself a dress...

I sat on the window sill and waited...waited...

The night has come...

Ah butterfly , I miss you...

Marguerite passed several years ago, they are pulling down her small house...but the old basin is still there, well hidden in a corner...so Pixabeille washed her clothes, hung them on the branches and now she's having her bath...The weather is always so nice in Plumpiemousie...

I don't know which to chose? The pink ones?

The butterfly ones? I think I'll take both pairs...

along the path...
if you walk very quietly...
if you open your eyes, wide open...
if you watch the ground, the hedges, the bits and pieces...

you'll see her...

her name is Sisabeille,

she's my friend...

a visitor came this morning...what is he looking for ?

some friends saw him last night...

what story does he want to tell ?

I know these wee bits and pieces aren't interesting, except for me, but I'm really fascinated by the colour-program of the scanner...No harm to please one's self isn't it ?

Chinese people say stones and drifted woods

are the souls of long gone animals...

Soul of a duck landed on the scan tonight...

somebody else appeared on my scan today...

Cotton-wood, where are you?

"green herb...I love you..."the bindweed says...

Rusty old book, what do you tell us ?

Do you remember Tian'anmen?

today, I met beauty...

magical root

whose soul are you ?

Princess, it's such a great honor...

"You hail from Dream-land, Dragon-fly?
A stranger hither? So am I,
And (sooth to say) I wonder why
We either of us came!- - -"
Agnes M.F.R. Darmesteter
"To a Dragon-fly"