There’s a water fountain in the village where we live. It’s old, likely built well over 50 years ago. Rectangular, made of thick stone, two zinc spouts ...

There is something comforting,

About living in a city.

People all around, ...

There is a tree along a small passageway

Near where we live.

It bears no fruit, ...

A country road,

Rows of olives trees, and

Tranquility. ...

I can relate to the old window shutter.

It has lived:

Paint wearing off. ...

Lines of cars waiting to take the highway toll ticket South of Perpignan, France...It’s the first tollbooth ...

The lone apple tree

Dangling bird house

A solitary bird in flight. ...

Dry branches hanging from the overhang

Concrete steps half done in a grassy field

An outdoor café far from cities. ...

Some days the world feels closed,

With no way in.

Or so it seems. ..

We were finishing dinner at a local campsite restaurant, when the owner (who is also the cook) walked out the front door leaving us in charge. The place ...

It’s my favorite path,

Rain, snow or shine,

Seeking silence and tranquility ...

Without a message or image?

Hardly.

It’s on the sidewalk ...

A cold beer tastes goodEven on cool, rainy days.Staring out the window with a glass in hand, ...

Today was cold.

It rained all day.

A dense cloudy sky ...

There’s something special about the color green.

It appeals to parts of me I know well.

Some I can name, ...

A heart-shaped leaf

On a wet summer’s day.

The raindrops resemble tears, ...

I’d like to grow old like this.

Pleasant to the eye,

In good condition, ...

There are always signs in life, the ones that show the right path to take. Sometimes they’re as clear as mud while at others, simply hard ...

Nature, tranquility and traces of humanity existing side by side. That’s what we found this morning taking a small detour on our way to the village ...

Sun-dried St. John’s-wort and soon to dry wild mint.

Both from the same land.

So different, ...