Here’s some of my music
Listen/purchase: Hollow Skies by FadingState
Such beautiful music, François!

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Here’s some of my music
Listen/purchase: Hollow Skies by FadingState
Such beautiful music, François!
Souvenir of my summer.
Little bird by my window.
Landscape near Vence, 1927. Christopher Wood. Oil on canvas
The weather of course and the afternoon light / that might as well be bad milk
Here’s a first little tune I created recently. Enjoy!
Recorded with the help of Apple GarageBand. Using a Fender acoustic bass and an old Norman acoustic guitar. Microphone used is the AT2020.
Listen to SoundCloud here.
Nice music, thanks for sharing.
Oklahoma sharecropper and family entering Calif. stalled on the desert near Indio, California, 1937. For most people around the world, the “vintage” years were a hard scramble life. Photo: DOROTHEA LANGE (1895-1965)
The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone.
Einstein’s Dreams, Alan Lightman
Last Saturday in Parc de cèdres
California Grape Strike, 1968. Paul Fusco.
A review of Living in a World That Can’t Be Fixed by Curtis White
Between two buildings.
Rome - Via Appia, 1954. Erich Andres. Silver printÂ
A weekend at Murielle’s cottage.
We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wind’s Twelve Quarters
Green Door, 2015. Morgan Silk. Chromogenic print
An angel in Montreal.