Taken in Bruges, Belgium. Like the unity in numbers here and the endearlingly familiar actions of the two children.

That is the elephant-headed Hindu god Ganesha, son of goddess Parvati. There is an interesting story behind why he got the elephant head but it is too long to narrate here. He is quite popular as he is supposed to bring good luck and help one to overcome obstacles in life. Oh, and he is also believed to have taken down the dictation of the epic Mahabharata non-stop!

Another one from Brussels, in a church near the Royal Museum whose name I’ve now forgotten. This was me trying to shamelessly imitate a photo which was taken in similar style and was present in the church’s brochure. I shall leave you to pass judgement!

You and me
On the rock, dissolving
In the soft moonlight

Your back arched
In pregnant pleasure
Framing the tangent
Between light and shadow

Me on my back
Watching you stretch
My (simple) name
In ecstatic amplitude

A magical night
Of unnoticed union
In lambent woods

—–

Your hands
Instruments of pleasure
Building towers of tension

Interlocked
In your perfect groove
I stretch and turn
To taste your
Upper hardened softness

And then
The intimate exudation
In the pristine folds
Of my handy companion

—–

Picture this!

My tongue
Tracing the wet outlines
Of your liquid lips

My fingers flowing along
Your softened curves

And then
My body enveloping yours
With the comfortable heat
Of my rising sensuality

Something that seems to be not from this world. Another sculpture from the Royal Museum of Fine Arts, Brussels.

The first photo to be posted from my new Minolta Dynax 5D! Am in love with this camera.

That, if I remember correctly, is Bonn’s huge theater/arts complex. Wish the frame had not been cut off at the top.

Taken on a train while I was returning from Dresden to Berlin. The profile is that of a passenger who was seated roughly opposite me. She was quite curious as to what I was trying to do, fiddling with my camera, pointed at the window!

I ride on the gossamer wings of dawn
Watching the world below slowly wake up
The dark tendrils of the night slowly withdraw
Leaving a pale blue light in their wake

Grey clouds move in stately fashion
Their edges lit up by invisible sun rays
Dead shadows spring to life with a passion
As a soulful morning tune plays

Around me a soft wind blows
Gathering old memories in its gentle embrace
Isn’t this how time flows?
Erasing old yesterdays without a trace

Shining dew drops drip down the eaves
While a fresh and clean smell pervades the air
As trees shake sleep out of their leaves
Birds trill gay secrets, old and rare

The best part of the day
Gently moves aside for the rising sun
With vague promises of another bright day
Arise! The king has started on his majestic procession

A stained glass window inside the famed Aachen cathedral in Germany.