[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.
Tuesday, May 22, 2018
A balcony in bloom
From time to time I remember that I've still got a DSLR in my wardrobe and dust it off with some pictures of my flowers pots. The temptation of using the mobile, instead, is always overwhelming.