Today is a grey afternoon by the fire burning. I managed to get out of the house and go walk on the riparian area of the forest nearby. This is where I took these two photos: the power lines may look grotesque to some but this is another kind of view anyway. 

As the log burns, planes pass by in the sky and in the distance. Getting Les fleurs dans tes veines to print in a limited 25 copies edition was what sent me over the moon this week. I was riding a euphoric feeling for many hours until I just calmed down to the level of quiet happiness. 10 years of work this tiny book with only  20 poems in French represents: or how I learned French again!