I remember this moment well - snapping just in time to catch the expression. When the photo rolled out on my PC screen, a famous song by Mary Black went through my head. Always a good sign.
"While we seek myth and beauty and music bright and gay,
There are frail forms fainting at the door
Though their voices are silent, their pleading looks will say,
Oh hard times, come again no more
There's the song, the sigh of the weary,
Hard times, hard times, come again no more
Many days you have lingered around my cabin door,
Oh hard times, come again no more"
Geen opmerkingen:
Een reactie posten