At last! Sunshine for a change

^{Satellite infra-red view. I live about where the white dot}

It's been rainy the whole month of May. As a predictable result, the season is very late in its greenly advance.

^{Result on the ground: the clouds are really south of the Canadian border, Maine at left, New Hampshire at right}
Today for the first time in a countless number of days, the cloud-covered does not include my area. It is a relief, for at least my nerves are getting a bit too tense. I am about to abandon ship and go elsewhere. I can't stand that coldness and limitless rain the second sprind in a row out here and at least the fifth overall including Montreal. The East Coast springs have been excruciating for the last five years.
Am I ever glade of this sudden change of weather... See you in a crocodile.

I miss the city

^{"Close to the edit" - Art of Noise (1982)}
I miss the city. Not the actual city but the cities of despair in which I lived, the cities I enjoyed because they were crumbling, falling apart, with abandoned dockyards where grass grew out of cracked asphalt. The cities where there was a meaning at being in their core and struggling for survival. You knew the enemy. It was all over. To be continued...

Make art not war or Make art of war

^{Goran Tomasevic - Reuters}
I do not wish to by cynical but when I saw this photograph it occured to me that here is an opportunity to become a choreographer! My first creation would be a large scale performance by a group of dancers under modern arabic and israeli music, lots of percussion, prayer callings, and bomb blast sounds. There would be a large screen in the background
with images of ruins and slides beaming down with this gravel soil we see. This photograph more than any other I have seen lately really resemble a dance performance.