Life, for ever dying to be born afresh, for ever young and eager, will presently stand upon this earth as upon a footstool, and stretch out its realm amidst the stars.
-H.G. Wells
(Photographer unknown. Please let me know if you know.)
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
That's not a wheat sheaf or a weeping willow or a stalk of broccolini.
No comments:
Post a Comment