Wednesday, January 14, 2026

It Is a New Year...Plough on.


Once more unto the breach. 
Every day one gets up, into the world that Trump is busy destroying, it takes a certain amount of strength and hope. And when I think about asking for whom the bell tolls when that repulsive man dies, it won't be tolling for me, except in celebration.
In the meantime, there is art.


Vienna in 2025 


Dancers...such beauty.


An experiment with butterflies.


 

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