14 February 2011. A universal day-late valentine, in the rain. Downward mist, on mansard roof. Umbrella...
As in Axel Corti's film, set in 1940, when actor Johannes Silberschneider wanders the arcades of Paris, stopping to open his black parapluis--inside which are displayed a set of ties--each one for sale--while the man alongside--a potential customer--opens his own black umbrella to same...
Sensibility of Mittleuropa...
While here, the fluffy chicks enjoy a moment of freedom. That would be freiheit--the sound "eye" not an "ee" (and in any case, frieheit looks like some Berlin wunderkammer version of Taco Bell...)
Nabakov in the spring. Traipsing the fields of Switzerland, umbrella in hand. Or butterfly net, rather. With similar results--freedom becoming the recognition of necessity...
Towhee, a beautiful friend...
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