“Now, youth, the hour of thy dread passion comes;Thy lovely things must all be laid away;And thou, as others, must face the riven dayUnstirred by rattle of the rolling drums,Or bugles’ strident cry. When mere noise numbsThe sense of being, the sick soul doth…
Late afternoon sun over a field of seedy dandelions. It was one of those sights that made me wish I had my camera with me but despite the best advice, out on a jog is not the time to carry anything other than oneself….
Call it antiquated, weathered or wabi sabi, there is something so appealing about time-worn artefacts – though our own ageing is often less than picturesque or captivating. For the Lens Artist Photo Challenge: Weathered or Worn
Words and pictures are my world and in 20/20 the world is going to open its doors far and wide