"In the still water of the fountains one saw the splash of human faces, ignited by these gold and scarlet stars as they rose hissing into heaven like thirsty swans." from Justine by Lawrence Durrell.
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
A well worn path.
A couple of images from the past two days.
You can really see the life struggle here. Reaching, burrowing, crawling and stretching
down to the water and just holding on for dear life like the rest of us. Existential determination comes to mind.