I will bow down to the time: a woolen ball that tumbles from intermingled threads. At the bottom of the hill, I will read very long words that are not often spoken until Sunday. Then I will rest.
until Sunday
I will bow down to the time: a woolen ball that tumbles from intermingled threads. At the bottom of the hill, I will read very long words that are not often spoken until Sunday. Then I will rest.
I love this photo. It seems like an entire universe viewed from a specific and small place. And the words match entirely.
This photo was taken spontaneously, without overthinking it. Sometimes it works.
A good pairing
Thank you Derrick 🙂