It can't be "Summer"! That - got through! It's early - yet - for "Spring"! There's that long town of White - to cross - Before the Blackbirds sing! It can't be "Dying"! It's too Rouge - The Dead shall go in White - So Sunset shuts my question down With Cuffs of Chrysolite!
The cities of the world are concentric, isomorphic, synchronic. Only one exists and you are always in the same one. It’s the effect of their permanent revolution, their intense circulation, is their instantaneous magnetism. –Jean Baudrillard
It's life and life only
Birds on the Blog
Great Crested Grebe. Caught at a rare moment sitting on its nest in some cold part of NW India. Unlike the Grebe outside my window that vanishes in a flash as it dives in search of fish.