Sing we for love and idleness,
Naught else is worth the having.
Though I have been in many a land,
There is naught else in living.
And I would rather have my sweet,
Though rose-leaves die of grieving,
Than do high deeds in Hungary
To pass all men's believing.
-Ezra Pound
2 comments:
Love all those photos, with the changes in light. Especially liked the photo of the latch :-)
oh there's more of these! i really like the second one and the last one. sunlight on a fence is a wonderful thing.
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