[Poetry] may make us from time to time a little aware of the deeper unnamed feelings which form the substratum of our being, to which we rarely penetrate; for our lives are mostly a constant evasion of ourselves.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
F. & G.
Samples from a recent past time.
Flying F. on his shining blue (not shown in the picture) MTB
Fishergirl G. with her first capture of the year (and maybe life)