drawing | tail

i chuckle when i read jasmin's proposition for this week's drawing theme, TAIL. just a few days prior to this, i am leafing through my

and halt at a started page about a fish, while thinking, must finish this page to see what it will turn into. the funny thing is i have drawn the fish in two halfs, like below here. i had already written the words 'tale' inside its belly, for i love the homophony of tail and tale. i never knew my fish was going to be called elba, nor did i realize she was going to bring home the bacon. until she seemingly did. humbly fishing for equal pay day, showing off her best tail, i think i'm being naïve. now jasmin is harbouring more wagging tails ...

[please click to enlarge, so you can read about the bacon....]

rusty memory

all that in the span of just under an hour. more.

corner view ≈ reflection

reflecting upon reflection, i realize there was a time in my life i thought reflections were all the rage. as i'm scrolling through oldies (images) i find proof of that, and more. i'm still pretty fond of reflections, especially on none too obvious surfaces, or in unexpected places. 

geraardsbergen, art school
chandelier reflection on piano

oudenaarde, 
apartment block reflection in SCHELDE river

geraardsbergen, 
reflection of digging monster near river DENDER

geraardsbergen, 
closeby where we used to live, 
fading industry on river DENDER

museum LA PISCINE, roubaix, france
 reflection of stainless steel art nouveau window 
in old swimming pool

ghent, 
'upside down cake' image,
or buildings reflecting in the LYS waters

geraardsbergen, 
street on which we used to live, 
not our car

geraardsbergen, evening sun blaze on side of parked truck
just half an hour before super moon rose

♥ of course for that other bit of reflection, that a-one of the mind, i refer to night. and sleepless. no picture. might be a tad frightening.☻ jane's corner view, reflecting in fuoriborgo.

to wash in the wash to be

when spring is shouting in my very ear,

the flurry leads me on. past militants,

saluting the place i used to work in as a youngster,
into the european quarters
(which i haven't seen for the longest time,
must return when europe isn't residing in top meetings)

i walk a street i recognize,
 

after a short while

a stranger eating a sandwich is trying to lure me in
for more pic's, somewhere inside this derelict building,
but sorry guy! just the cell, won't do.

spring remains my strongest lead and

sun bounces off any building i look at,
derelict or not, they all shine.

i hold my head high until the very end,

when i feel squeaky clean refreshed.
brussels {elsene/ixelles} on a weekday.

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are you

from : the fairies

 anything like me?

from : the cricket and the ant

 do you go wild

from : cinderella

 over fly-leafs

from : fables de la fontaine

(endpapers, if you like)

from : nombres et figures

 in books?

from : mon premier dictionaire

 i go. 

totally. 
wild.  
over this here.

from : source unknown

sophie's flea market finds today