[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves. T.S.Eliot
Friday, December 10, 2021
Thursday, December 9, 2021
Wednesday, December 8, 2021
Monday, December 6, 2021
Sunday, December 5, 2021
Saturday, December 4, 2021
Fractals
Etichette:
Fractals,
Ice,
Mathematics,
Morning Walks,
Snow,
winter
Friday, December 3, 2021
The cyan hour
The first snow of the year deserves a special celebration. A bike ride with my old Specialissima has been a great choice. On the way back I had to ride in the dark, but I'm already used to it. The trick is all in not going fast and avoiding a painful slip on a slab of ice.
Thursday, December 2, 2021
Wednesday, December 1, 2021
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