Science fiction

out of a dark film
head transformed by a strange twist
of the storyline

A bit more time for photography today. Some colour shots there, although I seem to be a on a lasting black and white streak on Blip...

A new poem:


On a dark and misty street corner
A trumpet's cry is heard
Inside his music the player
Communes with the world through sound

His soul poured through the shiny mouthpiece
Expands through the curled  pipes
And envelops with flowing ease
The few people gathered round
 
16-20 April 2016