Just a walk through one gallery can take me half a day, and then I am totally exhausted from reading and thinking. At least very few people are yacking. It is the ceaseless blather that is so disheartening. And the insistence that this is where the soul of the nation was forged. What absolute tommy-rot.
Tumbleweed It was August (known to be a windy month of the year) and it was blowing a gale. Tumbleweeds hurtled across our path, pressed forward by the busy wind. While I was photographing the tumbleweed, I braved the icy blast to find a few more tiny flowers and fruits by the roadside.
Just a walk through one gallery can take me half a day, and then I am totally exhausted from reading and thinking. At least very few people are yacking. It is the ceaseless blather that is so disheartening. And the insistence that this is where the soul of the nation was forged. What absolute tommy-rot.
ReplyDeleteSuch devastation in that image! Very impressive.
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