Last Year in . . .

LizBoa In Marienbad

The Sunday Post:
Last night, El Somnambulisto returned.
Suddenly it was
LizBoa Year in Marienbad.
Or am I getting my places confused?
It's so frustrating when I wake up
and the answers disappear
like vapor
on a windy day.

Ohlos de Lisboa

Olhos de Lisboa

The Sandman, probably jet-lagged, arrived late last night. Maybe that's why I dreamt I was in the time zone of Lisboa and I saw a woman from the past staring into the windows of the state of the future of the state . . .
It was #surreal.
But then I woke up.
And I was in Lisboa.

This post goes out to my great and longtime friend Donna Donato, Parisian expat photographer extraordinaire whose work of reflections & shadows on Instagram as @parisdeed is an inventive & imaginative set of imagery. I was thinking of D when this image came to me.

Thought Cloud

Liz and her Thought Cloud

The Sunday Post:
I had a technicolor dream of Liz and her Thought Cloud