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Photo-Synthesis
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| Jan 1
IMpossible First Rise
An hour later, it was time to attend to the oceanic call. Welcoming the soft water to my bare feet, i contemplated my winding footprints in the sand of the empty beach . . . .
Then, i captured the elongated outline of my presence drew by the still low Sun . . . We do not yet know which shapes and directions will be drawn in this new temporal cycle, but here is an outline of the first steps, in a space-screen that is continually renewed to the rhythm of the tides, as Variables undissociated from their Constant Original Matrix that gives them Life. Today, the Dream of Life is Renewed, to be revealed within and manifest without. .
| Jan 11
. . . and then . . .
. . . i was One with the Tree on Kings' Day and Queens' as it seems since i was thus crowned in an outline of my presence anew this time drew by a Sun accomplice to the Tree where i leaned (Photo on Jan. 6)
one of the Trees i visit the small one next to the bench on which i sit, lie down, stand on among Sisters on the Path (Photo on Jan. 8)
This was the Nativity Scene i was gifted this Christmas, handmade by my brother's wife. On this Day which i called the Return of the Kings, i lit in it a new candle, here, where the Above is Mirrored Below. (Photo on Jan. 6)
. . . i was One with the Tree on Kings' Day and Queens' as it seems since i was thus crowned in an outline of my presence anew this time drew by a Sun accomplice to the Tree where i leaned (Photo on Jan. 6)
| Jan 25
Multi Birthing the Star*Seed
On the 8th, after a new visit to the beach, barefoot in the water, upon returning home i saw these fallen seeds from the pods of a plant interlaced in the grid of the wall of a house. Its form attracted me. I picked some from the wall. Summed 13. At home i displayed them this way.
. On the 13th, as i passed by again, i wanted to bring some more. I picked them up again from the wall having 19 in mind. Summed 19. At home i displayed them this way along with the previous 13. 13-19 The Fruit of Life in the year 19 of the millennium No-Time within Time Double Movement
The double spiral joined the carved stone box above, a present from my mother this Christmas, one of those rare matching choices of hers without her being aware why. As i felt inclined to leave it open, i put a set of scented pumice i already had. To the right, the already existing and here shared set, which gained a second sphere, equal, found somewhere and placed there many months ago.
On the 17th, i wanted to re-test these speakers from an old computer, to compare them with the JBL speaker that started to lose sound quality. Sound quality that in these is not better . . . but it seems that the test's real function was to bring out their Form . . . .
. . . a*NEW. The small notebook that was already there, also shared here before, with its cover by me edited with the Word next to its original symbol, confirmed what MOVEs me and what I MOVE in the Present Movement. To Output the Multi-D Sound within the Three-Dimension so that the *NEW* can be Birthed Here. .
On the 17th, i wanted to re-test these speakers from an old computer, to compare them with the JBL speaker that started to lose sound quality. Sound quality that in these is not better . . . but it seems that the test's real function was to bring out their Form . . . .
| Feb 14
Common Horizon
On this day, i couldn't help spending a few moments in front of the Sea and the Sun, near the end of the afternoon. In a deep inner dialogue, liquid eyes closed, suddenly i felt a presence leaning in front of me. When i opened my eyes, still cloudy, i saw a little girl of 3-4 y.o., smiling, in a sweet gift of herself. Her mother told me that my being there had touched her and she came to meet me. A grateful speechless Dialogue occurred there... Alone again, i drew this on my left...
I found this photo anew upon evoking and searching for the next photo... Central detail that attracted me in a larger panel of tiles at Cais do Sodré Station, Lisbon. Both photos taken on the same occasion, in March 2009, on my birthday. This is definitely the Movement in course... .
This was the only image evocation alluding to this Valentine's Day. . . More than two alike faces facing each other, the Encounter occurs between two faces facing a Common Horizon, that of Transformation. A Terminal Station has been waiting for us for a long time, but if the interest is retained in the honey of the intermediate stations, in their multiple half-faces of the already known, the UnKnown Destiny cannot Reveal its Integral Face.
I found this photo anew upon evoking and searching for the next photo... Central detail that attracted me in a larger panel of tiles at Cais do Sodré Station, Lisbon. Both photos taken on the same occasion, in March 2009, on my birthday. This is definitely the Movement in course... .
On the right was a folded paper, i opened it: Doping Substances. I then felt that the drawing to the left, which was based on my hand, was an encompassing CURE for everything that can be included in that writing on the right, to whomever it is destined... Several drawings i've left there before, this was the first i photographed. In these occasions i usually leave the cell phone at home, but this time it seemed that i had to take it with me. The same Movement continues...
| Mar 25
Common Horizon
. Ten years later, on the same date, as i passed by the same tile panel at Cais do Sodré Station in Lisbon, i noticed its original vertical orientation. At the time it made sense to orient the design horizontally. Now it made sense to bring together both orientations... ...in the Multi-Movement in course...
This was the postcard i received from my mother on this Birthday, delivered in hand, inside an envelope. When i opened it, this seemed to be the orientation, but as i identified the central element, i realised that it was inverted. The phenomenon was that my mother also 'read' the postcard in this orientation, and wrote it inside feeling it so...
I straightened it and showed it to her. She was confused for a moment, but updated her 'reading'. She had long kept this postcard, waiting for a destinatary... The postcard destinatary is thus united with Destiny Itself... in the Common Horizon in both orientations... "Tranquilidade" - original art painted with the mouth by Rosmarie Weber
Between Horizons
| Mar 31
The day began with a long and careful choice of clothing . . .
| Apr 2
plus
Here i deliver the content of my last pair of publications on Google+, which ended today. Grateful for the space provided. This video, already shared over the years, even before the creation of my WebSite, has the Note of INfinity within the Finite. Always a grateful and joyful *plus*. :: Note :: In this two-column view setting, since the last publication appears on the left, the pair should be viewed from right to left.
The part below depicts my first publication on 20/12/2014. I overlaid the video on the image so it may be viewed here. I did the same in the publication on the left. :: Note :: In this two-column view setting, since the last publication appears on the left, the pair should be viewed from right to left.
Let Us add the plus accordingly
or not add at all
| Apr 17
Trans
. . . cending
Before that, the first impact on the morning of 16 had evoked a dream i had a few years ago: I witness the side of a large church in ruins, not recent ruins, but already healed and pacified, although not rebuilt. Beside, a man representing Buddhism, whose body, only existent from the diaphragm upwards, sits on the ground, alive and smiling, and then i come to know that he died, also pacified. Transcending religions in the Transcendent Essence that crosses us in the Symbol
| May 23
The Human Work
There is room for Illumined Art, in the rare moments of the Human Work in INviting Openness to the Above . . . The building being under maintenance works, this passage was open all day today. Seeing it outside from my narrow window, sitting here, i watched a dove as if drawn in . . . I went to check and . . . this is what I Saw . . . Only then did i went to get the mobile phone to photograph it.
| Jun 11
plus
Beyond...
| Jun 12
Speaking of Cascais walking Seawall and of exacerbated safety . . . Here, Monte Estoril beach pier, today. It seems that someone has settled the matter, with high art . . . After taking the photo, i noticed in the background a man and a woman walking in a pair towards where i was, as if they were returning from serene reconquest of mutual harmony, after overcoming the illusory barrier, no longer necessary . . .
Further ahead, new and intriguing barriers . . .
The sea showed intense blues and greens of a transparency and calm that the photo can't capture. Still, if i was going to take this photo, i had to get up, get closer, eliminate barriers, railings, delineations, leaving only the line that is Theirs, dividing and uniting the Common Horizon. May it be this Way.
Speaking of Cascais walking Seawall and of exacerbated safety . . . Here, Monte Estoril beach pier, today. It seems that someone has settled the matter, with high art . . . After taking the photo, i noticed in the background a man and a woman walking in a pair towards where i was, as if they were returning from serene reconquest of mutual harmony, after overcoming the illusory barrier, no longer necessary . . .
| Jul 2
Eclipse
On today's morning-visit to the beach, in an empty tide that allows me to go far on the rocks, i sat by the source of fresh water that springs there, to once again combine the two waters, sweet from earth, salty from sea, in their sounds and tastes, temperatures and temperaments, assimilated by my receptive senses, ears, eyes, nose, mouth, feet, hands . . . . . . and all that combines in temperance at this micro oceanic destiny . . .
What was left of this urchin emerged in front of me on the way there. This little pink stone stood out in front of me on the way back. I usually don't bring things from the beach, but . . . . . . because today seems to be a day to evoke the textures of Sea-ing and Love-ing . . .
In my sitting stillness, i am not a threat to the many crabs that hide there from the passing humans, some humans a threat indeed. I rather seem to welcome them around me, the crabs, shy, daring, slow, fast, curious . . . . . . in this Eclipse in Cancer, soul ascendant, vivified Presence, Inside Out, Outside In. A day to Sea-Love One-Self. Sound: Dominic Miller | Eclipse
Seeing it illuminated from within was simultaneous to the above set, as i put it over the lit flashlight of the mobile phone. A vision that touched me intimately for its profound beauty and meaning, but that i could not capture to share, the phone camera being the only one i have. Glimpsing an alternative light-art, i fulfilled it five days later. Behold, in commotion and communion. - 'Urchin', I give you this New Life. May the memory of the thorns be Healed in your own shell, Inside Out.
| Jul 8-9
Marrying [My] All
(see in expanded mode) Since Spring, i noticed the beginning of a 'Skirt' cycle in my clothing, which involved creative sewing interventions, completed few days ago. Tails and details of each one follow. What they all have in common: long and round. What this one has of unique: the Ultimate Destiny . . .
On my birthday, in a rare act, i spent a modest portion of what i earned as a present in two units of skirt-pants that i would turn into skirts. This was one. The contrasts, white-black and horizontal-vertical, combine in a harmonious and fluid design, which i did not change. Chromatic synthesis in graphite match me timelessly.
(previous context linked)
(see in expanded mode) Since Spring, i noticed the beginning of a 'Skirt' cycle in my clothing, which involved creative sewing interventions, completed few days ago. Tails and details of each one follow. What they all have in common: long and round. What this one has of unique: the Ultimate Destiny . . .
| Jul 16
Eclipse II
(see in expanded mode) Upon returning home from another morning visit to the beach (on an eclipse day!), seeing this set at the entrance, in this mutant assemblage 'frame' (sem monstragem!), inspired this photo that illustrated today's 'Good morning' sent to my sons . . .
. . . via Whatsapp. The star was already part of the 'frame'. The collage, which resulted in two A4 sheets front-back, began as a proposal to be completed in a few minutes, hence certain clippings were not as precisely outlined as my typical collages. On that first cover page, i added the Word leaning against the One that stands out in that set that i found.
Four days later, seems like this set of 8 asked for a 9th image . . . as well as the music and video that re-evoked it (link). Love in its of Colour gradations . . . for those who See the exterior as well as the interior . . . I See You . . . too
(see in expanded mode) Upon returning home from another morning visit to the beach (on an eclipse day!), seeing this set at the entrance, in this mutant assemblage 'frame' (sem monstragem!), inspired this photo that illustrated today's 'Good morning' sent to my sons . . .
| Jul 20
Earthing
Two days ago, with binoculars i could see (and photograph) what was there on the edge of the upper slab of my building, shaken under the strong wind but unmoving on the same spot, hours, under Sun and Wind, in a secret etheric communion beyond nature - Butterfly. (In April, hundreds of ladybugs there-here). She knows that her inward Jump - metamorphosis - was designed to firmly assume her Destined Post Here, so that As Above So Below may Be. Edge winged-walkers arriving and gathering.
Accidental photo afterwards (which i only saw today), given the difficulty in holding the binoculars and the mobile phone. Deserves a place here in multi-reading photo-synthesis . . . The light enters, even where the lenses are misaligned, but in order to Be and See Totally, one must Align them. Inside, the 'darkroom' allows the glimpse of inter-D revelations and presences . . .
| Jul 24-25 | 27 | 31
Earthing A*NEW
Bringing it closer,
inner
In the morning of 08/08 this Desert Rose was evoked, which i received as a gift some years ago, brought from Tunisia, probably formed in the Sahara. I photographed it to include it in an intimate sharing with my sons that day, but upon adding contrast to enhance its texture, the impact made me reserve it. And it is with reserve that i share it today, after having added it here weeks ago, in solitude, wordless . . .
The same morning the song title "Desert Rose" came to me, although its content was not associated with mine. Today i played a lyrics video of it, not knowing that i would find these lines over this image... ...so Amazónia at this moment... Seems that she was what the waiting Desert Rose was destined to, gathering previous elements she now calls upon her to express herself, beyond speeches that divide her... If i must talk about her, it's in her name, the Forest, local and beyond-local.
In the morning of 08/08 this Desert Rose was evoked, which i received as a gift some years ago, brought from Tunisia, probably formed in the Sahara. I photographed it to include it in an intimate sharing with my sons that day, but upon adding contrast to enhance its texture, the impact made me reserve it. And it is with reserve that i share it today, after having added it here weeks ago, in solitude, wordless . . .
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Earthing A*NEW
because a seed that doesn't germinate
gives no Flower nor Fruit to Life
| September
. In early September i passed it from water to earth. In this small ceramic vase that i had made for myself for Christmas 2017, with soil brought from nearby, the circle of the Flower of Life (centre) in lilac over dark green, paired with the golden Butterfly over white on the other side, in union with the MetAmorFose circle, and containing inside an old sunflower seed, which did not germinate. The vase has now received new earth soil . . . Unstucking . . . Unfolding . . . (29 Sep.)
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In its present rising position, the sunlight hits more broadly the star suspended at the window, in multi-projections of intense and complicit spectra that move with the light, sometimes capturing my attention in specific places. Here, in the kitchen, where a broken machine is, waiting for a worthy repairer, instead of one who disposes of it as trash.
Here at my desk, where i gathered bits of trash. The 1st reading it evoked, i shared it with my sons (next slide). The 2nd reading, given that this occurred yesterday morning (Sep 29), seemed to suggest a restoration for Reading update of the real full meaning of parts of me shared in the past, which were considered "trash". Incommunication, by omission and misunderstanding, results from the partial Reading of a partially-segmented living of the full spectrum of Life, in-and-out.
The Silence that stops traffic in-and-out has ceased to Sound within music and presence . . . music itself was replaced by images, reinforcing a self-image progressively distanced from essence . . . until she stopped, in-and-out. "Então onde ficamos? - Aí! Esse é o Lugar e Direcção do Ser Humano. Onde a Lei Única é que dá o Sinal para avançar." Stopping the traffic, in-and-out, surprising her and Life in the One Movement that leads man to meet himSelf . . . in Her.
In its present rising position, the sunlight hits more broadly the star suspended at the window, in multi-projections of intense and complicit spectra that move with the light, sometimes capturing my attention in specific places. Here, in the kitchen, where a broken machine is, waiting for a worthy repairer, instead of one who disposes of it as trash.
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On 9/9 was the 22nd birthday of: "Filho Afonso Venho reforçar o que este conjunto revela: esta é a manifestação pura do teu DOM, vista em inversão de cor e em grafismo. Sente a complexidade da tua criação espontânea inimitável e irrepetível. Faças o que fizeres na vida, NUNCA abandones o teu DOM do desenho Manual. É o DOM recebido que contém a Chave do teu Real Contributo para a VIDA neste mundo. Nada pode substituir isso." This was the evening synthesis of my morning message to him . . .
. . . composed of these 3 images, here displayed in reverse order, created from the already shared mandala made by him, with a candle lit at the centre. The other 3, i reserve. But i share the full written message. Because i feel that this message applies to all those who come gifted for the arts but become captives of other orientations that do not come from their inner essence.
1 (this image) A esta vida chegaste em Original. 2 (previous image) No teu caminhar, podes inverter as cores . . . 3 (colourless image) . . . e até suprimir as cores, para te Re-Conheceres em todas as tuas facetas. 4 (reserved) Mas que a tua Chama Central se mantenha acesa como Guia Constante, e que ela reflicta Abaixo quem És Acima . . . 5 (reserved) . . . na expressão do Ser Total . . . 6 (reserved) . . . em harmonia e cumplicidade com a Árvore da Vida e seus Guardiões nesta Terra.
On 9/9 was the 22nd birthday of: "Filho Afonso Venho reforçar o que este conjunto revela: esta é a manifestação pura do teu DOM, vista em inversão de cor e em grafismo. Sente a complexidade da tua criação espontânea inimitável e irrepetível. Faças o que fizeres na vida, NUNCA abandones o teu DOM do desenho Manual. É o DOM recebido que contém a Chave do teu Real Contributo para a VIDA neste mundo. Nada pode substituir isso." This was the evening synthesis of my morning message to him . . .
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| Oct 10
Earthing A*NEW
[un]parallel stories
I seemed to have a feeling that this 10/10 day i would have some story to tell here at 10. It started the night before, around 1 am, when i went up to bed. Passing the previous room, in a corner of the attic ceiling i saw a small animal . . .
A baby-gecko. Since i couldn't sleep with it there, i started a saga to try to make it fall into a box and take it outside. But it fell somewhere else and i lost sight of it. After lengthy maneuvers, removing everything from where it fell and hid, i located it, but couldn't lead it to the box. I knew then that i would have to resort to my last resort in these cases: to vacuum it. I went to sleep with a heavy conscience, with a live baby-gecko in the vacuum bag. One hope remained . . .
I might not have brought this story here if i had not seen the sequence with the set here above. The bridge echoed this way: Remove the trash from what is alive. Remove what is alive from the trash. And the echo rippled across the layers of meaning, hopefully reaching whom ever needs to retrieve and repair a previous action . . .
I seemed to have a feeling that this 10/10 day i would have some story to tell here at 10. It started the night before, around 1 am, when i went up to bed. Passing the previous room, in a corner of the attic ceiling i saw a small animal . . .
And in the afternoon, another story awaited me, also in a previous sequence, but not shared here before. I felt like going out and headed towards the nearest park, right here in São Pedro. Arriving there and sitting on one of the benches, a question barely crossed my mind and the traffic was stopped by the answer that passed in front of me . . .
A walking rainbow! There came the lady with her bag, striped in the seven colours of the rainbow. In one of those rare (non-)coincidences on these walks, i had my mobile phone with me, but not at hand. I hurried to take it out to register this, and had to zoom in to catch the lady already moving away. The photo came out with lower resolution, but at that point it included the Willow, as if to set the cue for what would follow, without my anticipating it. (some photos require expanded mode)
Then a teenager went to fill his bottle in the park's drinker, leaving the water running without noticing that the mechanism was malfunctioning. I signalled that a touch was needed, which he did gently, in a complicity dismissing more words, and reflected in the smile exchanged when i left. Feeling that my going and being there had been consummated, it seemed that the water was calling for a brief visit to the beach. I found it like this, in a rare atmosphere under a hot sun . . . misty . . .
And in the afternoon, another story awaited me, also in a previous sequence, but not shared here before. I felt like going out and headed towards the nearest park, right here in São Pedro. Arriving there and sitting on one of the benches, a question barely crossed my mind and the traffic was stopped by the answer that passed in front of me . . .
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On Aug 26, 2015, in São Paulo, Afonso couldn't help but notice and photograph it, in contentment. :: On the right, "Trash" drawing-print, in its double version, by Afonso, 2016.
On Oct 14, 2015, passing on the same spot, he couldn't help but notice and re-photograph it, in increased contentment. :: My synthesis drawing- photos here: Take the lid to remove yourself from the trash. Take the lead to show everyone the Way of Life.
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| Oct 22
Earthing A*NEW
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Two days ago (20), in a significant sequence towards Alexandre, i recalled this photo, which i took at Lisbon airport on Feb. 13, of this sculpture there, evoking the pilot's dream and the ocean crossings, among other parallel non-local and trans-temporal readings . . . Today it came to me in parallel with the poem i came across yesterday (21), by randomly opening a book of portuguese poetry that i took from a bookshelf in a waiting space.
My grandfather Alexandrino, in his days on board ships, knew several ports, but his faithful and only port was the return home. My son Alexandre, fulfilling the pilot dream, will be able to know several air-ports, but he too carries within his return port. As to me, i did not fulfil my dream of flying my own plane around the world taking aerial photos, but i did know My flight without a ship, and the Ship that I command and that is also Me, without leaving my port, my post, in-and-out.
Yesterday (21), before leaving home and seeing the poem, standing in the kitchen, in front of the bathroom mirror, its door open, i could see the rainbow reflected on my forehead. In complicit gratitude, i gazed at the star suspended at the window, gleaming and reflecting on me. What Freedom What Map What North What Horizon What Port What Post What Return What Sea-Loving What Star What Life Moves You Calls You ?
Two days ago (20), in a significant sequence towards Alexandre, i recalled this photo, which i took at Lisbon airport on Feb. 13, of this sculpture there, evoking the pilot's dream and the ocean crossings, among other parallel non-local and trans-temporal readings . . . Today it came to me in parallel with the poem i came across yesterday (21), by randomly opening a book of portuguese poetry that i took from a bookshelf in a waiting space.
| Oct 28
Earthing A*NEW
STOP
LISTEN
LOOK
Today i witnessed something that makes me come here to mark this presence, even without its narrative. The photo, taken tonight in that sequence, in front of the same bathroom mirror, was not meant to be flashed, but i understood why it did, having the mobile phone positioned at the heart level. So, this time i darkened the part above my head, to confirm the highlight that was given to the centre. The narrative will be added later (+), but the words at the side evoke an echo we recognise . . .
| Dec 9
Earthing A*NEW
Mother House
Guiding House
Sea House
By D-Sign
Skate in tha house. . . . . . by Afonso son who landed anew on PT land two weeks ago, after almost 7 years of absence and without us being together. When he left last time, in January 2013, he was 15, now he is 22, plus other twists and turns . . . Unconditionally grateful for his coming.
From foot to hand... Lying with his Mac Book, the light on printed a tone and contours that drove me to photograph him in this vertical. Only afterwards did we notice that the only visible body part was his right hand, isolated over the keyboard. In late November, we both watched at home the movie "I lost my body" - the part rediscovers the whole, the whole rediscovers meaning after the loss, despite the loss... Fatality? Destiny? Deviation from Destiny? The answer points to Vertical...
Further ahead, as i passed this house i noticed a bizarre effect on its full glass windows. This i had to film. Despite the trembling of my hand, this is the effect that my eyes could not translate, because i was walking, and because i either looked at the windows or at the sea. When i Stopped and Looked, I Saw. The film, here reduced and converted to gif, reveals a continuous inside-out, outside-in... The Sea crosses the House. Truth beyond perception. So Be it. So it Is. By D-Sign.
Skate in tha house. . . . . . by Afonso son who landed anew on PT land two weeks ago, after almost 7 years of absence and without us being together. When he left last time, in January 2013, he was 15, now he is 22, plus other twists and turns . . . Unconditionally grateful for his coming.
| Dec 31
Peace on Earth
By D-Sign
Peace was signalled in the shape of these double-sided circles, which i created and gifted this Christmas 2019 to each member of my family, with their name written by Afonso.
Inside, in the message written by me in gold, one can read what the circle invokes in its double colour combination: Peace on Earth On Earth as it is in Heaven Christmas 2019
Once they were distributed to all present, i gathered our three - Alexandre (absent), Afonso, Maria. Placing them on the relevant book of Photography with this title, which Afonso received as a gift, the message was completed there, and now here, in this year transition. So be it for Each and every One . . . beyond symbol . . .
Peace was signalled in the shape of these double-sided circles, which i created and gifted this Christmas 2019 to each member of my family, with their name written by Afonso.
On this last day of 2019, i use my most beautiful key, to the door of the building where i live, to signal what appeared as Key, in this last of the 53 Tuesdays of the year. when i visited the beach in the morning, after the first one on January 1st, signalled at the beginning of this page - visit that became a constant all year long, without planning it.
On this day, the key was used as scale measure at the centre of the final stone block where i often stopped to take off my shoes before walking on the sand and sea.
~ ~ ~ the same Ocean that i contemplate here*, in this Algarve beach named Almargem, on the penultimate Tuesday of the year, the only one that could not be in São Pedro. Body and soul, maria * photo by nephew H.; mobile phone stayed at home every time, no photos were taken, with exception of the first and last Tuesdays, this one being a different exception.
On this last day of 2019, i use my most beautiful key, to the door of the building where i live, to signal what appeared as Key, in this last of the 53 Tuesdays of the year. when i visited the beach in the morning, after the first one on January 1st, signalled at the beginning of this page - visit that became a constant all year long, without planning it.
Variables Meet Constant
