Apocalypse
While we are sitting idle waiting for the Apocalypse The tide of our own garbage continues to rise The horsemen of Apocalypse will not be what we expect Here comes the recycling cart and his riders Too little, too late… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Americas Gallery
A vicar walks his old dog in the London mews The romantic scene comes with some warnings The dog looks like one of the hounds of Apocalypse A sign on a closed door cautions about deep excavations Could this possibly be Hell ? It was a cold and sunny day… Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners […]
The beach is deserted under the spell of dark foreboding clouds Riders of the storm racing like the mares of an Apocalypse to come The dreamy Ipanema girls and the cariocas have gone back to the hills The sky comes ever lower, almost touching the sea bleeding their colors We look up at the deluvian […]
Three riders, just too short for the Apocalypse The boys bring the wood back home Three donkeys pull the cart as time is irrelevant Only night and day make the difference Minutes tick away but no one bothers to register their passage Nothing seems to be able to break the spell of this frozen eternity […]