[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
Monday, July 6, 2015
Blue Oil
The shallow stretch of water between Goteborg and its archipelago, as perceived (and processed) by my mobile cam.
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