[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.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Staring at the waterfront
I'm digging into my hard disk to fetch some of those "Hey! This could be a good shot after all ..." pictures I took last summer on Elba island. These are from Enfola bay.