This morning, with no path opening up for this day's passings, I resorted to an old trick; getting up into the attic and start fooling around into artefacts hiding under layers of dust, existential that is;

A good thing in a way, since on the first image, you can have a look at me and the shooter of the basic .RAF raws he has taken within 2 hours upon a visit here; I am there, black sitting at his home, were a benevolent family member overlooks the area from a big mural bw shoot;

To make things real, the right section is a shot I took from my abode, while cutting down old hardwood trees, with my sculptured wreck, forever unfinished, and my big barnlike house at the back;

All the shots Xavier took, are coming out from this whole area, inside and outside;

It is a way for me to nail down a kind of pict for you;

The other image came out on itself and in a way harks back to those nice old days when there was no radar lording the roads and then I could go for hours at 115mph in my 202si...nights.