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Where to start ? One of my favorite bloggers in the whole wide wonderful world of blogging has just announced she is taking a break of unknown duration while she sorts out some metamorphasis in her life. I'm going to miss her for however long she's away. Her photography is quite simply out of this world. But at least we can look through her back posts while she's away. If you haven't been there before, her blog name is her stage name : Stickup Artist. Do go take a look. I was thinking of her just before I saw her announcement about taking a break, because I've been reading Robert Louis Stevenson's lovely travel journal about his voyage in the Cévennes region of France with a donkey. Stickup has posted two absolutely beautiful photos of donkeys here and here.
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I also may be taking a bit of a blogging break, as I'm going to be travelling for the next two weeks in the same area that Stevenson travelled through with his ass named Modestine. I don't know yet if I'll have an internet connection available in the woods we'll be camping in. Sometimes a break is a good thing... go charge up the batteries a bit. I've been secretly hoping that the last four posts about the fabulous hats at the Prix de Diane were going to drive this blog a bit viral with women from all over the world stopping by to look at all the hats; but it isn't happening, attendance has been dropping over the past week... oh well, so much for dreaming silly dreams. In the meanwhile, I would like to dedicate this ass which I photographed last weekend to Stickup Artist, hoping she'll see it. I wish I knew some of her post-processing tricks, to bring out the colors as only she knows how to do, but I don't, so I made do with grainy sepia treatment. Here's braying at you ! This may have been a distant descendant of Modestine herself.
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Having now proved what an ass lover (but not an ass kisser) I can be, now let's get back to some of the photography fare that some of you have seemed to appreciate over the past three years : abandoned buildings ! The following series was taken on my way back from Germany a few weeks ago, near the Belgian city of Liege. The imposing brick castle-like structure is visible from a highway that skirts Liege, and it caught my eye in such a way as to force me to take the next exit and go take a closer look. Maybe I should be forced to wear blinders when travelling to avoid this sort of mis-adventure ? I'm already dreaming of a return trip there to find a way inside this most intriguing building. I'm thinking around the back side, in the woods there must be a hole in a fence somewhere.
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