In case you are curious, this is where Vincent does most of his writing. And that fellow sitting in my chair is my personal assistant. He is more efficient than he seems.
I’ve been waiting for her patiently and, at last, she came. She began to snow in the night. Everyone on my street must have been asleep by then, snoring or dreaming. It was as if she was snowing only for me. I took my camera with me through the snowflake stings. It would be such … Continue reading Midnight Stroll Through the Snow
Have you ever passed under the window of an old, abandoned house? Have you ever looked up, yearning for a beautiful face on the other side of the glass? Something about once proud houses now fallen into ruin that makes you slow down your step. A family once lived there. A man or a woman … Continue reading A Window Without a Face