And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
From Alfred Lord Tennyson’s The Flower (1864)
And some are pretty enough,
And some are poor indeed;
And now again the people
Call it but a weed.
From Alfred Lord Tennyson’s The Flower (1864)
Filed under Photographs
“Maybe”, he said hesitantly, “maybe there is a beast.”
The assembly cried out savagely and Ralph stood up in amazement.
“You, Simon? You believe in this?”
“I don’t know,” said Simon.
His heartbeats were choking him.
From William Golding’s Lord of the Flies (1954)
Filed under Photographs, Postcards
In his mind, a picturesque forest or a flowerbed in bloom was real beauty.
I’ve won awards you know. Not many, but I won them.
Filed under Photographs