On a windy day when the wind is blowing
And I want to go where I am going
I can walk with giant steps
I can hop with hopping steps
But I don't get too far
And this is not just a childrens' song!
That's me, highly contrasted, on a cold windy day on the rooftop [my hiding place].
Same day as this.
Thank you all for your comments for the previous post :)
I'll try to select shots with a little less obsession!
I'm looking into the face of past, present and the half uncertain future to come, and yet I'm definitely consumed by them all.
I've not always been so brave. All that I have is my soul.
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