Here we are, one day late

 It was the twentieth of the month last when the journey to the exhibition was started, and that journey ended now, on the twenty-first .

That is the story, the show was a sensitive mass of pictures of the local environment.

It was, and is, a good show.

A show by somebody who is not local to the area

A Spaniard, a man with quite some sensitivity who knows how to deal with the camera and the locality. 

that is it

yesterdays post is today, for the people met at the exhibition coloured the rest of the evening and stole the time needed to write this blog post in the time in which it should have been written.

Here we are, one day late