I don’t know how many words I have written this week, but I know I took over 200 photographs. There aren’t any poems, anecdotes or other ponderings in my notebook that I want to post, so I guess I’ll have to settle for pictures instead. Out of the 200, these three are my favourites:
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Category: travel
July noon
Cars crouch low, jealous
of their shadows
A swallowtail dallies
among flower-bright trash
Wasps crawl terraza tables
where frosted glasses stood
Stray dogs sprawl
laughing in the heat
The city trembles
flights of fancy
Yesterday I wondered whether the dusty old magic carpet could still fly. Shortly after posting, I realised it didn’t really matter if it couldn’t, as I found this marvellous creature, who offered an equally valid mode of transport for any flight of fancy I might want to make:
case closed
In fact, not just a case, but a whole lot of baggage.
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Europe
The lady in the photo is, of course, Europa. She’s sitting outside Madrid’s main airport, clearly enjoying the sunshine. 
[…] You’ll find persuasion – just
a little gentle bull – can found a continent
of opportunity. […]
It probably helps if the gentle bull is ruler of the gods on Mount Olympus.
don't confuse the narrator 