funny name for the moment that marks the end of summer and the beginning of another. Harvest Festival, an opportunity to enjoy the great summer and life is going. Last break before the race of the season. For my part, the leave was bienvenu. Le voyage en Gaspésie s'est bien passé. mais disons que le retour en classe était rapide, d'autant que le masochiste que je suis s'était ajouté une réunion à Montréal vendredi dernier. J'en ai profité saluer ma mère qui se fera opérer bientôt pour en finir avec un des milles problèmes de son âge. Le reste de la famille va bien, mais c'est tristounet de voir notre mère diminuée.
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Après ma réunion suis allé faire un saut à l'exposition d'Otto Dix au Musée des Beaux-Arts. Tableaux étranges and morbid of a man who has experienced the trenches of the war of 14-18, Germany twisted the 1920s, eventually censured by the Nazis and sentenced to landscapes. His paintings are indeed strange, and often falsely naive horrible.
Several works of Ten will be destroyed by the Nazis on behalf of degenerate art. Reading in the exhibit few words on art by Hitler, he seemed to hear the voice of Radio X, American Tea Party or your favorite demagogue. Stupidity is not dead.
Too dark for about a beautiful fall day. I went for a stroll on the river, still a little muddy floods last week. I looked at the long ride of a great blue heron fishing. The precise gestures, stereotyped the lookout, the speed of the attack, the greed of swallowing and finally the slow heavy flight of a majestic.
Tien me here to make Hamelin. Normal, his book is too good ...
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