The modest Rose puts forth a thorn,Today has been a sad day... one of those days which puts everything in perspective... "at the end of the day, it is life and death".
The humble sheep a threatening horn:
While the Lily white shall in love delight,
Nor a thorn nor a threat stain her beauty bright.
I went on a walk today with my new Holga, and it made me feel better. Its nice to just put a bit of time out for yourself. Walks also seem to resolve problems magically. Its probably just evolution's way of cheering us up. Especially as we evolved into such fucking strange animals.
I took a few photos , I'll probably have some pictures up in a couple of weeks, then I can put Rory and Max to shame!
If you were wondering, the poem is Blake.
Peace and Love.