[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
Showing posts with label summer storms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer storms. Show all posts
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Friday, August 14, 2020
Two minutes before
Never again. Never type a message home, saying "All OK. We avoided the storm. Coming back home."
Two minutes after taking this picture in Gralla, very south of Graz, to record from far the horrible storm that hit the city while we were out in the countryside, we hit the wall. A wall of water and hail.
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Here comes
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