from the day my friend happily threw her poems into the sea

the escape artists visiting a classicist

summer afternoon in a friend's garden

climbing around an old house at night

landscape near here and the sound of morning birds

after reading in a friend's library

listening to the stories of seafaring men

sailing to visit a venetian dressmaker

jack and the bean stalk

from the memory of voyages and sea songs still echoing

days at sea, and yet still the memory of land birds swirling

sitting behind you on the shore

the hands of a village still on my head

songs of ancient desire from, the right side

drinking in the arrival of spring in a friend's garden

songs of ancient desire ,from the left side

songs of ancient desire, straight on

a night room in strong light, looking out toward the sky

after visiting the ruins of a roman tennis court

when we still slept in that forrest by the sea

how it all felt then and now

palestina

quiet conversation with a friend

the light of dawn on an encrusted facade along the route romane d'alsace

night and day with 'the thrush in the golden country'

the other side of the garden gate, late day raking light

visiting a friend of samuel palmer's, in late summer

memory of a summer garden