[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.
T.S.Eliot
Friday, March 9, 2018
Channel Photography - V
Looks like I managed to find one of the few days in a year when Venice is empty.
No comments:
Post a Comment