Folks,
A warm welcome to new subscribers, and warm greetings to you all.
As far as i can recall, i’ve always held the belief that if life ever put you in a situation where you had to build a town, you would need a river to place it by. Now, this is clearly a case of very low probability, and it may be a pointless notion...
Today’s post presents a few images from recent morning flâneries by the river Tejo.
Early morning walks by the riverside
The fog’s games of hide and seek
The majestic glory of the rising sun
Just some of the good things that can come before a pain au chocolat.



‘I'm just there, floating, surrounded by an elemental force. Fog is a space and a sensation - somewhere to be, something to touch but never to hold. Its unpredictable momentariness means that every foggy instant is precious - an offering of sorts. I can't step out of the fog and come back to it later: it won't be there. There is only now, the present. Fog is meditation: a clearing of the mind, a condensing of the experience of the moment. In the fog is nothing but the rhythm of the breath and the counsel of the senses. To be in the fog is to surrender. This is where I am most myself - my true self, my fog-self, is who I find there.’
(Laura Pashby, in her book Chasing Fog)
Thank you for taking part in the Tales of Ink and Light. It’s good to have you on board.
Pierre François D.
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Bellissimo... I love foggy days too... ❤️