sunrise, already close to land, sailing from malta to monastir, 1972
first day out, morning, slowly passing seriphos
fire everywhere as final ships flee from spiaggia libera/79AD
winter's final kiss
summer woods, early july
after an abraded fresco fragment from the gabinetto segreto, naples
the interrogator and the interrogated
fast passing afternoon rain while driving
sailing from cote bleue
a place i like to visit every few days
arcady, late summer
'alone in byzantium', (title from WB Yeats)
after reading old stories
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