Oops! It appears that you have disabled your Javascript. In order for you to see this page as it is meant to appear, we ask that you please re-enable your Javascript!

16, 14, 12 and 10 in a void

“I like the generosity of numbers.
The way, for example,
they are willing to count
anything or anyone …”

(M. Cornish in Numbers)
Oupeye (B)

Where does a gate end and a wall starts?

“All in all it’s just another brick in the wall
All in all you’re just another brick in the wall”

(Pink Floyd in Brick in the wall)
Visé (B)

A broken tower tells pieces mining history

"All things uncomely and broken, all things worn out and old,
The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart,
The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould,
Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart."

(W.B. Yeats in The rose in my heart)
Liège (B)

Without writing with a pencil there is written “garage”

"Getting old is like writing Haiku
Neither is a  prerequisite of existence 
You could exist without getting old	
You could exist without Haiku
But would that be a life?"

(R. Farber in Getting old is like writing Haiku)
Visé (B)

A rusty sad girl, died seven and a half years old

"That time is dead for ever, child!
Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!
We look on the past
And stare aghast
At the spectres wailing, pale and ghast, 
Of hopes which thou and I beguiled
To death on life's dark river."

(P.B. Shelley in Lines)
Visé (B)