29 September, 2005

you can almost smmmell it

This is a rose that bloomed in my neighbour Irene's garden in August.
Roses seem to bloom continually here in Dublin.
Fantastic colour, n'est-ce-pas?

28 September, 2005

testing testing

Again tooling around with the new toy.

I can't help but get the feeling however that, not only are my words unread, they are also unheard and unnoticed, but not at all futile.

Makes me get all filo-sophical: I believe that if a tree falls in a deserted forest, it nevertheless makes a noise. Therefore, if I speak, I nevertheless make a noise, even if no one is listening.

But: If I post, and no one is reading, what is then the case? What happens to words that disappear into the infinite space of ether?

These thoughts have doubtlessly occurred to many a blogger before, and I am by no means being original.

Anyways, I wanted to publish the picture I took that hasn't left my mind for some time. Is it possible to get addicted to looking at something? I want to look at it all the time.

I took it by accident, i.e.: I saw some bees crawling into some fuschia flowers in my neighbour's garden, and wanting to take a picture of a bee in a flower, I just stuck my camera near the target and pressed the button.

This is the result.

26 September, 2005

ai ai ai

I think I created this site by accident...

Does this think work? Do I really have my own site now? Could it actually be that easy???

Man, the miracles of modern technology. Will they never cease. No question.