[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, December 27, 2013
No pictures this week
"Hi, I'm far from my photo-lab for Christmas break. No posting for a while, though shooting all the time. Just refilling batteries and memory cards. I'll be back home next Sunday with plenty of pictures to show. Enjoy your holidays."
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