Day 1856, in your face. Daily picture, Poetry It was nice that the sun was shining in my face today but not while I was driving ~ sunshine is best enjoyed while silent and motionless
Day 1628, rise. Day's pictures, Poetry Sometimes you look early in the morning and the sun tells you a truth ~ and it looks beautiful
Day 1468, red. Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry A red glow scatters and the earth keeps on turning beautiful, it was
Day 1428, turning. Day's pictures, Poetry I read the news in the morning and feel the world turning ~ that gives me ~ sometimes ~ a beautiful view to forget
Day 1414, the road. Day's pictures, Poetry I’m driven home for a thousand times ~ and not ones the sky was alike ~ and the road always takes me to the end
Day 1409, empty. Day's pictures, Poetry A colourful sunrise can empty your mind for a few minutes ~ even a narcissist has probably once enjoyed that
Day 1288, holes. Day's pictures, Poetry My road to the world and home is poorly paved ~ I filled some holes but they are hard to avoid and soon show their true depth again ~ now I descend in them slowly to spare my nerves
Day 1127, finally. Day's pictures, Poetry In strange harbors I rest my self between the unknown the noises – movements – finally I wake a new sunrise reflecting a way Nochrisis
Day 1123, morning sun. Day's pictures, Poetry In the morning sun I shine lately till the earth turns Nochrisis
Day 1040, auburn sunrise. Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry A doorway in time smells of new, yellow flowers red, auburn sunrise. Nochrisis
Day 823, seasons. Day's pictures, Haiku, Poetry Ready to fly stars restrained by the ebb and flow of sunrise and set.
Day 705, Stuck? Day's pictures, Poetry On the right it is me, uncombed standing crooked. Next my wife, good-looking, all dressed up, hair in a bun. We say goodbye to our memories you see; some parts are blocking the sun. The sun that gives us warmth is either setting or rising, is this morning or evening? Are we going to wait, or getting higher or are we just so rooted like the trees you see here?
Day 691, Between sunset and rise. Day's pictures, Poetry Blue looking back. Red when you realize. yellow walking back. Black curling up. Green looking at.