Reprise: art & reality

Pavel Novotný as an artist's muse

Home is the sailor...

Home is the sailor, home from the sea:

Her far-borne canvas furled
The ship pours shining on the quay
The plunder of the world.

Home is the hunter from the hill:
Fast in the boundless snare
All flesh lies taken at his will
And every fowl of air.

'Tis evening on the moorland free,
The starlit wave is still:
Home is the sailor from the sea,
The hunter from the hill.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Cocks in your face

It's a rainy, lonely day...

Rock cut & cowboy hat

Lightly toasted