(…) Fever / in the morning / fever all through the night (…)

Not just any fever, but hay-fever and not only in the morning and all through the night, but 24/7. However much I love flowers (ask my wife, she gets them… uhm… once a year?) I really hate it that this spring, for the first time, I have a serious bout of hay-fever. The strange thing is I only seem to have it in France, so maybe this is nature’s way of telling me it is time to move on. And so we’ll do, this summer, to Brussels.

One year ago today I got the news a friend had decided he was better off not living this life anymore and so I posted the simple things on this blog. All I said in that entry is still valid and so I present you with another simple thing: the branches of a bare tree. I took it a while back for a private client who wanted to have an image of a particular tree in a particular park as a constant reminder of the tranquility she’d felt just lying underneath it while looking up.

Summertime / and the living is easy / fish are jumpin’ / and the cotton is high.

It’s one of those quintessential songs, like Autumn Leaves, made immortal by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong on their classic “Porgy and Bess” album. Especially the “fish are jumping” part made this a favorite when I regularly went big game fishing with my father in the early 90′s. I thought of it yesterday when I saw all those people taking it easy during the first day that had that leisure summerly feeling to it, with temperatures reaching a bit above 20°C (70°F). Today I’m afraid “Here’s that rainy day” is more appropriate.