The View From Ophelia
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal… Continue reading
There is a willow grows aslant a brook, That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream; There with fantastic garlands did she come Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples That liberal… Continue reading
A little minor surgery put me on hiatus for awhile, and I really did mean to take a couple of weeks off from photography. It was a noble idea, since on top of… Continue reading