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… a perfect illustration of the blur of time – evanescence, transience, eradication.

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A bridge

Bridge across Lake Constance in the heart of Europe – not on Sumatra as one might think.

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“Can I tempt you with an apple?” Eve said to Eve in the devastated forest, in which neither Adam nor the snake had survived.
This was their last apple, and neither knew what tomorrow would bring.
– Niebla ( © 2008 )
Written in response to Café Writings’ Anniversary Project / Option Two: Can you picture that?
Photo courtesy [...]

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We walked much of the night,
with the moon providing light.
We were lucky that it was this bright
and that white birch trunks shone.
We walked along the railroad tracks
all through the resounding night,
and there’s hardly a lonelier feeling
than the one I recall from that night
after the war, with occasional
gunfire far away somewhere
and not a train, not a [...]

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Whimsy for Inspire Me Thursday. Digital photography.

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I’m going to let Buffy Sainte-Marie speak on the topic of telephone – because this song is what came to my mind first when I read Sunday Scribblings‘ invitation …
Moonshot
Off into outer space you go my friends
we wish you bon voyage
and when you get there we will welcome you again
and still you’ll wonder at it [...]

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Not the da Vinci original but a copy from the protestant church in Haigerloch, southern Germany. The person to the left of Christ is clearly a woman. This painting is older than Dan Brown’s The da Vinci code but would lend itself very well to Brown’s interpretation.
And the door in the back, where does it [...]

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The future of the planet
is rewriting itself
continually
through trillions
of forces acting
on it – in or out of
mesh and more or less
in and out of sync
– Niebla
Written for Sunday Scribblings #108 – the future of the planet.
Note
I feel that we are inevitably drifting – being driven, driving ourselves – towards more mesh and sync, as painful as [...]

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The brown houses
up on the hill,
tower-like,
where the big
families lived,
still forbidding
in detonated
scowl, their will
to ignore now
relegated to un-
inhabited rubble
in ultimate irony –
now they can
no longer pretend,
as they used to,
that further down,
in the ground,
by the big old
grey tree, did not
rot the bodies of
those brought here
and killed for
ethnic cleansing,
as they were
laid bare by
the spring flood.
– Niebla ( © [...]

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Helena walked with a mysterious bounce of her well-padded rear. The only difference between this story and its classic parallel was that there was no Paris around to watch…
– Niebla
This contemporary short rendering of the attraction that may have resulted in the Iliad shows how the whole tragedy of Troy could have been avoided.
Written to [...]

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