Reflections in the mirror
The photos were taken a cold winter afternoon in the courtyard of the Center of Contemporary Culture of Barcelona (CCCB).
This is the HDR version:
Reflections in the mirror
Location:
Girl on bike. Barcelona
Today featured this photo in three different versions: monochrome , HDR monochrome and color. I can’t decide what is the one I like…
Girl on bike. Barcelona
Girl on bike. Barcelona
Istanbul Harbour
This is a view of the Istanbul Harbour as you can see today. There is a project to revitalize the harbour. The idea of the project was to create so-called attractors and to locate them directly at the waterfront. These attractors incorporate the already existing Haydarpasa trainstation, a new museum, an expansion of the existing harbor building and a new congress centre which includes hotels and other programs. Works that will modernize the port but will make lose all its taste.
Istanbul Harbour
Escalators. Metro Paris
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Are you drinking? [by Charles Bukowski]
Are you drinking? [by Charles Bukowski]
washed-up, on shore, the old yellow notebook
out again
I write from the bed
as I did last
year.
will see the doctor,
Monday.
“yes, doctor, weak legs, vertigo, head-
aches and my back
hurts.”
“are you drinking?” he will ask.
“are you getting your
exercise, your
vitamins?”
I think that I am just ill
with life, the same stale yet
fluctuating
factors.
even at the track
I watch the horses run by
and it seems
meaningless.
I leave early after buying tickets on the
remaining races.
“taking off?” asks the motel
clerk.
“yes, it’s boring,”
looking forward
I tell him.
“If you think it’s boring
out there,” he tells me, “you oughta be
back here.”
so here I am
propped up against my pillows
again
just an old guy
just an old writer
with a yellow
notebook.
something is
walking across the
floor
toward
me.
oh, it’s just
my cat
this
time.
Henry Charles Bukowski (August 16, 1920 – March 9, 1994) was a German American poet, novelist, and short story writer.
