Sergeant Pole and the onslaught postponed

Quite in need of spring, i braved a sunny day to search for signs. In order to do so, i first had to pass Sergeant Pole, defender of the lands

Don't let the gruf demeanor fool you, he's a sweetheart -as long as your intentions are pure and you don't piss against him.

On the surface, there were many colors, and below it, some more

but none of those we tend to associate with the onslaught of the eggy season. I looked everwhere. In the twigs

and in the hedges



and though the hedges themselves showed their usual excuberence of greens



of the mad explosiveness of springcolors i found none.

i did get some hope from this one, who seemed about to shout out his joy to the sun, but was yet a tad too cold to do so (it was freeze your tits off nippy)



But then today we had snow, and this dude

Soon, though, we'll get that rain that's fresher than iced coffee, and that sun that can actually warm you if the rain don't get in the way, and then, then, there'll be splendificence -mark my non-existing word.

peeking at the sunset through eyelashes

The difficult bit with trying to capture your point of view is the eyelashes -certain views are simply best had through them. I think i managed this time, though

some more hedgy business

Komodo dragon tree

Went dreaming a couple of weeks ago but couldn't collect the photographic evidence till now. The weirdest thing is that in my dream, too, i only managed to get only detail or blurry shots, no complete pictures.



That is the tip of its tail.

Now i say weirdest, for the creature in my dream was weird too: it was a Komodo dragon the size of a large pony, but covered with those scales. Here's a blurry impression i managed to shoot while still sitting on the balcony over my friend's front door:



It moved rather quick but was not in a hurry. I jumped off the balcony to pursue it and get a decent picture, but it went into a tent in the back garden and i couldn't get my camera to focus. Very frustrating. All i managed was a shot of its paw:



Back to 'weirdest'; dreams are expected to be weird, so when weeks later the reality is similar, that's weirder, even if there was no scaley Komodo dragon in reality. I can sort of trace back where the dream came from, but the scaley thing i took pictures of today is completely unimaginable. I wouldn't be very surprised if it walked by one day, checking for food in a backyard tent -even if it is a tree.

variations on blue

love isn't blind...

... it's cross-eyed

Photo by Freediver Extraordinaire Alena Zabloudilová, of her dog Bolt, the tender giant

on tracks

Yesterday, as i was trying to find the right track



i was picked up by a little yellow train called Atlas, who was carrying the world with him, and wanted some company



as we went speeding over land



Atlas realized he was between tracks, and simply hopped over

he dropped me off where the busses waltz



watched by the Girl Who Isn't Afraid of Pink Sneekers

Soundtrack was provided by Paolo, the Saxophone player with One Purple Glove (he was inspired by both Michael Jackson and Prince, and came to this natural compromise)

Now i need to go clean my lens.

temporal detour

So today was time-travel day. Must have been, for i woke up at what i thought was today, but then a few hours later, i find myself in the 70's:



and then there was a bright and shiny leap:



which landed me in a sea of bikes:



It was a little confusing. I got back, or forward, or, well, as present as i can be, again, which is kinda the point:

at the end of a long day, don't we just want to go home?

Crocissed by spring

As the gods were playing all over Western Europe yesterday, some of their excess powers radiated and permeated, and everything responded:

magic

Gods were roughin' it yesterday, so we were in the presence of magic today

lovely curve

On the curve of lovely curves, i think this one's high: