October 22


Every year in October one has the privilege of seeing this, in the valley below the house, in the Alpes Maritimes. And this for 21 years… Old friends.

It’s reassuring, and like ripe beef-heart tomatoes and fresh trumpet zucchini, a good harvest of wine grapes, (and this year’s wine in Italy and France -in certain regions- should be excellent) it all seems to make a mockery of the climate change fanatics.
They cultivate nothing but their own faithless, ideological obsession.

Our summer this year was certainly long and hot, but in the hills inland of Imperia, Italy, I have never seen so much fruit blest by the sun.
The magic of seasons, and autumn is the most fabulous. The colours are always spectacular here, but they are never quite the same.

The beautiful crescendo of colour is so ephemeral, which makes it all the more precious to see. It’s a lovely annual gift that gives one so much pleasure. A warm and gracious display beautifully symbolising life’s miraculous circle.

Text and images © Mirino, November, 2022



Everything is geometrical (and more) from snowflakes to spiders’ webs, fruit, flowers, leaves, all forms of life, their anatomy, balance and movement. The solar system, the ellipsis of the Earth turning on its axis around the sun determining the seasons, the power of the sun and the moon causing sea tides and encouraging growth. 

The admirable way that certain insects imitate twigs and flowers, and certain spiders change colour to match exactly that of the flower they wait motionless on for their prey.  

The intelligence of sea mammals, the secret, age-old intelligence of elephants. The love that such animals show. The beauty and diversity of tropical fish, butterflies and birds so absolutely incredible in form and colour. They defy all seemingly reasonable theories like those of Darwin, and they persuade us that there has to be something else still far beyond our reach. 

The universe itself and its intricate, geometrical (and more) miraculous workings. The further we are able to peer out into space, the more there is that we are still unable to perceive or imagine. 

And here we are in the midst of this paradise, pretentious enough to claim that humanity, who somehow arrived or evolved only 200,000 years ago, an instant in terms of the age of planet Earth (4.543 billion years) and even less in terms of universal time or chronology, is guilty of ‘climate change’.  If humanity is guilty of anything, it’s mainly a recurrence of regressivity, barbarity (travesty, perversion, wokism, cancel-culture, infanticide, etc.) all amounting to imbecility. Provoking rather than preventing war for the dated illusion of personal or national gain is a perfect example. It totally cancels out all other claimed preoccupations, pandemics, and professed ‘man-made climate change’.  Only humanity is capable of destroying what should be regarded as a paradise. If ever this height of human folly became a reality, only humanity would primarily suffer, simply because the powers that be, the divine, universal laws would naturally adapt. Life would go on, like masses of poppies gayly waving where bombs had once ripped up the bowels of the earth. Life would survive and continue to evolve, but the age of humanity would be over, and in such an atrocious, tragic case, perhaps it would be just as well. 

Therefore if ever such a futile, contemptible destiny awaited humanity, according to ‘universal law’ it would naturally be in the order of things.. However, in spite of humanity’s strengths and weaknesses, I believe that our destiny is unimaginably unlimited, provided we don’t derail ourselves beyond all hope, in the ‘meantime’.. 


Text and image © Mirino, May, 2022


This is not the first time I refer to faith (previously under the title of Fidem).
I’m not sure who once said it, perhaps it was Descartes, but he wouldn’t have been the only one to surmise that ‘once an ideology is established, the ideologue ceases to think’.
When one ceases to think, one rests mud-bound in one’s own dogma. For example the world is flat. Those who, against all logic, all obvious known facts, obediently continue to believe such a fallacy, do so because it would be stated in seventh century scriptures. They are also convinced that they have the monopoly of truth, because they believe they have the monopoly of God.
Naturally such pretensions are totally devoid of sense, because God, or Almighty Power, made the universe and all forms of life, and by extension all kinds of civilisations, faiths and religions. Religions are like branches trying to reach up to the heavens their own way. Branches of the one, beautiful tree of civilisation.

As Thomas More wrote in his ‘Utopia’, (first published in Latin in 1516) "(…) he (King Utopus) suspected that God perhaps likes various forms of worship and has therefore deliberately inspired different men with different views. On the other hand, he was quite sure that it was arrogant folly for anyone to enforce conformity with his own beliefs, by threats or violence (…).”
How is it that such common sense was so appreciated and so well expressed 506 years ago, yet even today it would be dismissed by Islamists as the ‘false reasoning of infidels’?

Indeed even today we seemed to be governed by doctrine, ideology and ideologues. The EU scribes are capable of writing reams of words (almost 27,000 regarding regulations on the sale of cabbages, whilst Pythagoras' Theorem is defined with only 24 words). This speaks volumes in itself.
The EU executive seems so utterly obsessed and motivated by its ideological goal, that it’s either oblivious to the constant negative consequences it’s causing, or it simply dismisses them as ‘collateral damage’ far less important than the unattainably absurd and highly dangerous objective of the ideology.

Then we have the critical race theorists, repentant apologists, and negationists who occupy themselves by  fanning the embers of dated racism. We also have ‘Wokism’. ‘Wokism’, dérives from ‘woke’ which doesn’t exist in English. One might mean awakened or awoke, indicating that one is no longer asleep, one now ‘sees the light’ or is miraculously enlightened. But from what is written on it one has enough difficulty in trying to find one’s way through the verbose smog.

Even the epidemic of Covid-19 has been, and still is being used for ideological purposes. Instead of being exemplary, of encouraging people to have faith, reassuring them that this difficult period will be relatively short, certain authorities have been exploiting the situation for disgusting purposes of fear-mongering, for socio-political power, if not for personal financial gain, dictating rules that have now reached a ridiculous level of incoherence that’s causing far more harm than good.

No good comes from trying to substitute faith with ideology. And one should never confuse faith with superstition. Faith is the confidence that the sun will rise tomorrow, even if there might be dark clouds shrouding it.
It’s the confidence that the seasons will remain relatively stable, despite the dire predictions of the ‘climate change ideologues’ who might well end up being disappointed if their cataclysmic predictions turn out to be as false as they themselves seem to be. Above all it’s the conviction that the universe and its fabulous, intricate mechanism, and naturally the miracle of life itself, didn’t come about by mere chance. (And no doubt this is not the first time that I have written this last sentence, or any other rubbish for that matter. Repetition, however, is a privilege that should be accorded to all those of a certain age).

When one starts questioning everything rather than appreciating the evolution of civilisation through the rational unfolding of history, (history that clearly demonstrates that there’s a reason for everything) one opens civilisation’s door to give a warm welcome to regression and barbarity.
By falsely correlating knowledge with privilege, one might be looking for a scapegoat for one’s own ignorance. The same goes for equality. The quest for equality only leads to mediocrity. It brings to mind the burning of good books, the destruction of masterpieces, the dismissal of individuality and the demeaning of individual accomplishment. It engenders what it claims to guard against, fascism or Soviet communism, when both ideologies have exactly the same expansionist objective that leads straight to Dystopia.
Unfortunately this is the direction the western world establishment seems now engrossed in trying to drag us. If this is true, then the establishment and all the ‘elite’ eager to win favour to try to assure their cushy future, have learnt nothing from history.

Remember in history how certain intellectual societies in various European countries, and even in the USA, admired the French Revolution, imagining that it would lead to some sort of French Utopia? The same was true regarding the birth of communism, which naturally had a great deal in common with the French Revolution. It initially inspired many western intellectuals.

The French Revolution engendered a monster that took ten years to consume itself leaving bloody ruins of illusions. It was a brutal and naive attempt to negate history and faith. It destroyed monarchy and aristocracy but created social division, and extreme poverty. It created the Republic, but left a tragic void in other aspects.
Eastern communism took a lot longer, but it finally acknowledged its own long drawn-out futility, economic failure, and gave its ultimate last gasp in Afghanistan.
Despite such blatant examples of truth, western ideologues seem to turn a blind eye to them in order to press on with what they imagine to be their own form of ‘truth’. But there is nothing new or trustworthy about Marxism, and ‘neo’-Marxism is simply regurgitated Marxism in disguise. Masked Marxism...


Text and images © Mirino. January, 2022


October, from Latin octo. (So called because it was originally the eighth month of the Roman year.
I love this period in the south, where I am, as I write this, in the Alpes Maritimes. Each day the colours are slightly richer until they reach their autumn colour crescendo. In principle the colour compliments of their original, spring time, mature display of tints of various greens.


It’s an ephemeral celebration that makes one smile, gives one confidence, feelings of thankfulness and nostalgia.
This in spite of the panic of the seemingly faithless, convinced that climates are changing in ‘unnatural’ ways, due to the folly of humanity.


Perhaps I am old enough to claim the privilege of repeating myself, in saying that I have seen quite a few climate changes. Late autumn and winter smog, for example, on the outskirts of London, sometimes so thick that one couldn’t see more than a yard in front of oneself. True it was caused by low atmospheric pressure, and the general use of coal, before the smokeless kind was developed, but no one panicked or jumped to conclusions that the planet was in danger. We all thought it was quite natural, and accepted it as such.

However, in view of our beautiful planet’s extraordinary climatic history throughout its venerable age of 4.543 billion years +, long before humanity somehow arrived on the scene, a mere 200,000 years ago, I have far more faith in universal law (and God) than in pretentious claims of man-induced climate change.
The seasons have always remained stable. They have done so for many thousands of years, so why make such claims? Why exploit fear in such a futile yet mercenary manner?

Admire rather the fleeting colours of autumn, and be happy with the thought that 2021 should be a good year for wine, certainly in Italy.
Wine has almost always accompanied civilisation. Its production dates as far back as between 6000 BC and 4000 BC. An ancient winery was discovered in Armenia. Surely this deserves great respect. And aren’t such thoughts reassuring? 

I have seen the autumn displays of this particular region for over twenty years. They are always spectacular, some years even more so than others, naturally depending on the weather. So this year we are especially privileged.
Other fabulous characteristics of this region (of an altitude of over 1200 metres) are the variety of sky-scapes, especially sunrises and sunsets. One can see examples of these that I have captured at various periods among the listed links of ‘Photographic works’ on the right. They represent rare, fleeting moments. Similar to the good fortune of seeing and being able to take a closeup of a beautiful, rare butterfly feeding on the nectar of a mountain flower, just before it flutters off, completely oblivious to the claimed perils of dreaded ‘climate change’.

Already lower down in the pine woods there are a few small (thus so far spared by the little white gourmet worms) ‘sanguin’ mushrooms, and the beginnings of chanterelles’, but it’s still too early and too warm. Some rain and colder weather will make all the difference when one returns in November.

Climate change denial’ is a new offence that seems to be considered as bad, if not even worse than alleged racism or LGBT prejudice. Yet denying climate change would be as ridiculous as, let’s say- ‘oxygen denial’ (half of the world’s oxygen is produced via phytoplankton photosynthesis in the oceans. The other half is produced on land via photosynthesis by trees, various shrubs and grasses, etc.). Indeed it would be very unnatural and worrying if climates ceased to changed. Naturally they are in constant evolution according to universal laws as well as the seasons governed by the Earth’s tilt (axial inclination or obliquity). Would it not be a shade pretentious to believe that this evolution is greatly influenced by the follies of humanity?


Text and photographs © Mirino. Octobre, 2021

Epoch of hypocrisy

We seem to be living in a particularly nefarious epoch in which fear, guilt, dishonesty, or even incoherency is being used to try to accumulate more power and personal gain. An epoch that will be remembered for its hypocrisy. Covid-19 is no doubt ‘man made’, but instead of taking legal action against those responsible, those who tried to cover up the truth of the origin of the virus that has caused, and is still causing, endless negative consequences; instead of what should be regarded as a necessary process to try to insure that such a murderous outbreak will never happen again, innocent people, theatre, restaurant and hotel owners are being punished, while it’s still business as usual with China..

Similarly, so called climatologists keep harping on about man-made climate change. But in this case where is the incontestable proof?
Obviously atmospheric pollution has some influence, but even there, where is the proof that it’s causing any change of climatic cycles?
Volcanic eruption is a natural phenomenon which certainly causes a great deal of pollution. Life itself, and all forms of energy, even so called ‘green’ energy produce pollution.
One wryly notices that the term ‘global warming’ is used in the summer, whilst ‘climate change’ is used in the winter, perhaps because the seasons are as perfectly stable as they should be.

Again, the age of planet Earth is 4.543 billion years. Man, women (and perhaps even the first LGBT participants) somehow arrived on the scene only 200,000 years ago, which is a blink of an eye in comparison with the age of Earth. Its climatic history, long before humanity arrived by some sort of miracle, is phenomenal. Not only were there several ice ages, but there were eras of very high temperatures that make our so called ‘man-made global warming’ theory seem all the more ridiculous.
One was during a geologic era termed as the Neoproterozoic that took place between 600 and 800 million years ago (give or take a few centuries). Extremely hot temperatures have also somehow been climatically assessed and recorded between 500 million and 250 million years ago. Long before humanity graced the planet. During these ages, far more CO2 was produced than that of today.
It therefore seems a shade pretentious to claim that man is responsible for climate change. Even more pretentious is the claim that man can correct whatever changes are taking place, when such changes are naturally governed by universal laws.

In Italy and southern France the month of May this year was one of the coldest Mays experienced for several years, but then the ‘experts’ paradoxically put it down to the effects of global warming, claiming that the Arctic, warmer than it should be, is sending its cold air south. Why did it not do the same thing in May 2020? And why has it stopped sending its cold air south since May?
The man-made climate change theory is however, an excellent pretext to make the innocent fearful and guilt ridden. It’s a great pretext to rake off billions which, needless to say, have no effect whatsoever on natural or divine phenomena.

In his diaries Samuel Pepys refers to terribly strong winds that one couldn’t stand up against, and an unusually scorching summer in London. He wrote of the Plague of 1665, and the Great Fire of London that destroyed much of the city’s centre including part of St Paul’s Cathedral. Never would he, or anyone else of his epoch, have advanced a theory that such rare phenomena were due to an excess of horse farts, or even divine punishment. This although he was a devoted Christian and husband, despite his endearing weakness regarding women in general.

I mentioned this before. In my youth I ‘clearly’ remember periods of thick smog, on the outskirts of London, especially during autumn days when atmospheric pressure was low. We then thought it was ‘natural’, and put up with it. But this was before smokeless coal was produced. It’s probable that Paris had similar periods of smog in the 19th and early 20th century. The industrial revolution would also have greatly contributed to this.

Years of experience, and faith itself, would add to one’s doubts regarding the assertions that man is responsible for climate change. Years, because one has experienced the gradual changes, the cycles. One is also aware that there is always a reason for everything.

Deforestation, for example, contributes towards flooding and landslides. The peasants who long ago tended the forests and river banks, repaired terrace walls that supported the soil for pastures, etc., no longer exist. The asphalt covering roads is not always porous, whereas the earth it covers naturally is.  Deforestation and extensive periods of excessive rain can therefore undermine roads and cause them to collapse in certain vulnerable locations. Obviously there is nothing unnatural about this. We have to assume the consequences of our own actions, and what we regard as conveniently necessary.

There are times (like last year) when local vines become infected with some sort of malady. There is nothing one can do about it. The local cultivator vintner will shrug, and trust that the following year will be better, which is in fact the case. Such things are not necessarily caused by humanity’s veering off the righteous, politically correct path towards global utopia. No doubt it has been the natural course of events regarding the production of wine since the Greeks or the Georgians of South Caucasus as long ago as 6,000 BC.

Indeed, putting things into perspective, when one refers to history, especially the climatic history of the Earth, many millions of years before humanity somehow appeared; a civilisation that gradually detached itself from nature, thus reality and eventually even faith, and developed its own bombastic, pretentiously divine, self-importance, isn’t one a little more capable of seeing things in a clearer, rational, thus saner manner?


Text and image © Mirino. August, 2021


Parisian crash course

Paris, about fifty years ago.
After working in Amsterdam for three years, I wanted to go to Paris. As an artist illustrator I needed freelance experience. I also wanted to improve my French. I believe I left Holland in the winter of 1970, but I’m not sure. I was still in a sort of dream..

At that time I had a blue Fiat 850 coupé, (they seem to have since become extinct). It was cold and late in the day as I drove south.
In Belgium the roads were then cobbled in certain places. There was verglas. At one point the car slid hard against a high curb and the shock broke the front right disc brake. I could no longer use the foot brake and it was too late to have repairs done. In any case my budget was very tight. I therefore thought I had no other choice but to continue, and had to rely on the hand brake only. I was scared stiff, but fortunately at that time there was not a lot of traffic, so I succeeded in carefully getting down to Paris.

One of my sisters lived in the 16ème and kindly put up with me until I found and rented a small, virtually unfurnished pied-à-terre near le Bois de Bologne. (500 francs a month. Can you imagine!) I can’t remember buying any furniture so it must at least have had a bed. As there wasn’t a table, and I didn’t have a desk, I began by carrying out my illustrations, commissions for book covers, page illustrations and even film posters, on my square, black, suit-case on the floor!

In the mornings, for apparently a long enough period, I went to the Alliance Français for my French lessons. ‘Officially’ I was a student. I had no work permit or titre de séjour. But in those days, if a young man, (même un étranger) was caught with a girlfriend in a public park after it was closed late in the evening (for example) the police would, tongue in cheek, reprimand the young couple. They might not even demand identification papers. At least that was the case for me at one sweet time..
At the Alliance Française there was a canteen where one could eat quite well for very little cost then.
But in Saint-Germain-des-Prés one could order a menu of steak, frites, salad, a glass of red, sliced baguette and desert for about 10 francs, or plausibly it was even less. It probably was if, during that frugal period I could sometimes afford it.
Apart from that I regularly ate evening meals of sardine and tomato sandwiches.

Trying to get appointments for work was often frustrating as one had to use jetons to telephone in those days. Invariably one was kept waiting by a casual receptionist, (maybe varnishing her nails) so precious jeton time was too often used up fruitlessly.

At one time during this Parisian crash-course (that I would have recommended for all young people) I was quite ill. I had caught a severe throat infection. Eating became extremely painful. Tomatoes especially cause excruciating pain. I had a high fever but was lucid enough to know that I had to do something about it without delay. To this day I don’t know where I went, how I managed to find a doctor, or who he was, but miraculously, this was what occurred. I must have knocked on his door. As soon as he saw me he ushered me into his house. But I remember nothing. Blank. All I remember is that he cured me and expected nothing in return. NaturalIy I shall never forget that. A God sent saviour. Bless him, whoever he was.

Driving in Paris, round the Arc de Triomphe, for example, was a joy in August when most of the Parisians would have migrated south. One feels one has the whole city to oneself. And Paris was beautiful, very special then.

Work wise in Paris, as no doubt in all European cities, there were good people and less good people. The latter took advantage, and the former helped. It was thanks to those who understood and helped, that I was able to take my next step in life. But that’s another, very long, illusive, but certainly more creative chapter.

Text © Mirino. Top Photo with thanks to Coralie, line drawing/letter, with thanks to 'Nathalie'. June, 2021