sumday

I am a negative silhouette

I am going to include a slightly older video which you will be able to see below. It's only a couple of months ago, but time is an implacable sculptor and a ruthless mirror.

Just been checking the date and its 06/04/2012.

Wild Strawberry on our walk this morning

We find the strawberries because we know where they are. There is no mystery. Jacky is usually sitting in the backpack perfectly content to be a passenger. When we come to the strawberries we always have a mini-feast.

Plum job

More fruity stuffs on out regular short walk with the dogs.

The return of the Siber-Galician wolf whose camouflage hides him in the half light of the forest

 Don't ask me what day it is! I don't know. Jacky is simply delightful at the moment. Lots of hugs and kisses are the order of the day. Leaving cafeterias and other public places he waves to everybody as if he were the king. Public exhibitions of one's dancing ability are also very popular.

Selves portrait

 Not easy taking this photo. Not easy dancing like this either. Nice walk though.

progeny

 Next day on the beach and with Mario too. A bit taller, a bit different and speaking to me practically the whole time in English. Pretty impressive. Mario is very well, optimistic and happy-go-lucky. Top marks in everything, sensitive, but not neurotic.

Why so serious ?

 Polyhedron: In geometry, a polyhedron (plural polyhedra or polyhedrons) is a geometric solid in three dimensions with flat faces and straight edges. The word polyhedron comes from the Classical Greek πολύεδρον, as poly- (stem of πολύς, "many") + -hedron (form of έδρα, "base", "seat", or "face").

               

 I digress. Any road up, here is the regular object thingy put together proper, like.

Manhandled buggered box

Buggered box

 I didn't find out what the right name for it is though. I shall call it a;

   sexyboxyhippyhedron

Ok, so it's just a puzzle.

More Breaky. Horizontal, life is more beautiful.  

Jacky worked out that some Scottish bloke won a tennis match. This is his homage. We aren't really following the Olympics. It seems to be 95%e ennui and 5% something of not implacable tedium.
Will try and catch the women's beach volleyball though.

Hallucinogenic surfing

 On the same beach a little earlier in the day.....

And I'm receiving a lot of hugs these days so this is how I feel:

You can tell it's me by the haircut

Today's poem:

Cloths of Heaven

The wine lodge

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.