A Golden Shower Close To The Mighty River Rhine

Hundreds of legends speak of the great river Rhine. It is a mystical river.

Over the years its flow has been changed and aligned and altered to suit the needs of mankind.

But it if you have ever travelled on or along it you know it will always be a mystical river.

In summer you can cycle for miles along the dam walls that have been constructed to regulate the flow while you watch the ships of all nationalities pass by. In middle of August, when the European summer has reached its peak, the flowers grow in army-strength-like numbers on the meadows bordering the small sandy path.

You will encounter other people on bicycles or on foot but it happens often that you encounter no one for hours. 

Finally you sit down on its border to take a rest and a deep breath.  

Now the river speaks to you of its past. And the legends become alive again.

Summer, Like You

There are people in this world, they are just like summer.

You never feel cold with them.

This ring and the rest of the fabric vintage button collection has been inspired by one of them!

In The Summertime

In the summertime when the weather is right.....

get the swimsuits out

get your little sister or your friend

and let's go to the beach to get some recreation.

Flight Into Paradise

nearly there........ 

Apples Of Summer

Where I met you

Where I met you,

I wish I could go back there.

WHERE C.C.CIDERON FOUND HIS SWING

and what happened when he did !

up, up, up,...and up

SUMMER CUPCAKES

And since it is summer now - there is nothing better than true summer cupcakes.

A TRAVEL WITHOUT WEIGHT

A dandelion seed traveling

Available at : Chocolat Negro Photography

I Want Summer Back

A Short Pictorial Story Of A Southern Summer, Back Then

I want summer back, summer of last year.

I want summer back of last year,
when we were two with hair salty and blonde 

and we smelled of the sea

summer of last year, at the border up north

I want the summer back,
when we lived in that crazy place on the beach.

 I really miss summer of last year, now that I am here. 

There the sand was burning hot.

Until the sun fell into the dark Cassuarina trees like a ripe plum
to just leave us with a long night to talk. Every night

We talked about love, love, love and about life.
Told us how we wanted to do much more.
More and always more with our lives.
Like a good poem that gets stronger and finds more power in the end.

And my friends skin shimmered just like gold

The blue-ass monkeys stole our food,

while we watched the sea until our eyes were all ablaze and mother of pearl was all we saw.

We ate prawns by day and night

listened to music, drank and danced on the beach

until sometimes we lost completely our minds in a couple of hot summer nights

I really miss summer of last year when we were afraid of the trees at night

After all the sun and wine, they looked to us like creatures from a different time.!

Yes, I really do miss my friend and summer of last year, 

when the jackal was around.

A STORY OF LAST SUMMER

This is a simple story

of last summer.

A simple story of one afternoon

of beauty and happiness.

on the mountains

high on top

that the wind could tell as well

in his own words

and by the river 

 under big trees

all so green

A simple story of last summer

but not too long

for two people who were there.