Duomo Cathedral doorknobs, Florence.
I wonder what they say to each other?
Book and tea
I just finished reading this, and it was great!
I starts as light as Artemis Fowl, but before long it was more like One Flew over Cuckoo’s Nest. Or something. You should read it.
(Painting: Moonlight, by Vilis Ozols)Epiphany I
(Latvian original by Imants Ziedonis; my English translation)
It is very early. The sun has not yet opened his eyes. Mother has not begun rocking my cradle. Father has not yet gone to tend the horses. The shoes are having a lie-in, beyond the door, over the threshold, on the paths.
I am reblogging this in memory of the painter Vilis Ozols, who passed away on the 2nd of July, 2014.
This is all very personal for me. Vilis was my uncle, yet I only met him for the first - and it turns out only - time a few weeks ago, when we visited Latvia.