Pain has always been a requisite for life. Our evolution over the long ages to become the creatures we are today rests on suffering which drives the further biological refinements necessary to be ever more fit to a changing environment. Without pain, no adaptation, no fitness to the environment, no survival. As such, pain and … More On pain, injury and forgiveness.
To be honest I had never heard of this town in northern France until a few months ago when I opened my new (used) Michelin map of Pas-de-Calais. Renata and I were eagerly planning the next leg of our staged pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela (‘taking the long way home’) and St. Pol presented itself … More Saint-Pol-sur-Ternoise
Today is Epiphany and Christmas is finally over. We spent some hours taking the tree and all the decorations down. For all my readers, here is a belated Christmas greeting that Renata and I put together on one wild day of shooting and editing in London.
On the Feast of St. Stephen we traveled to St. Paul’s on the Metropolitan line, feeling just a wee bit awkward and self-conscious with our new backpacks and our homemade walking sticks. After a few photos on the steps of the Cathedral we joined the other tourists for the midday Eucharist. A tall, unhappy-looking young … More Canterbury
Everyone knows the metaphor of ripples on a pond, of the multiple and ever-widening influences of a single event, but no one ever spares a thought for the poor bit of rock sinking slowly into the dark, wet abyss. I think we’ve all been that individual at times, the consequences of our actions, good or … More Ripples on a Pond
There was another procession into Jerusalem that Spring, one that escaped the pen, but certainly not the notice, of the Gospel writers and their early readers. As the city geared up for the festival season, its population swelling five-fold until every spare room, every nook and cranny, was filled with valuable rent-paying, weary and contented … More Lampoon
Wandering through IKEA recently I came across a display. There, in a plexiglass box, was a living room chair accompanied by a robotic machine that was submitting the chair, over and over again, to the rigors of being sat upon. By the time I saw it, the machine had “sat down” in the chair more … More Adversity and Authenticity