all quiet on the creative front: what happened to the stench?

Readers, are you still out there? Probably not. My fault.

This blog is now full of gaping holes and empty promises. Istanbul? That happened?

It's hard to breathe life into words now that I no longer find myself confronted constantly by inspiring places and events. No more Le Troquet des Sens for this weary blogger. All I've got is Mudhouse. And frankly it just ain't cuttin' it.

Perhaps Summit, in just over a week, will carry this (or maybe another?) project forward.

Until then (maybe):

(red, reflected)

(minarets and silhouettes)