For in and out, above, about, below,
'Tis nothing but a Magic Shadow-show,
Play'd in a Box whose Candle is the Sun,
Round which we Phantom Figures come and go.
From Edward Fitzgerald's Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Poplars..and in a nice setting...Is this all the snow you've had?...I'm housebound.Can't even get out for teabags,Snowed in and It's gonna get colder..If it keeps up the Red cross will have to start dropping food parcels...I'm wasting away...Went down from a 50" waist to a 47".....Help..Rx.
I really really like this one...it reminds me so much of my all-time favorite shot of yours, "Row"...only this one has the Winter feeling to it. Gonna Fav this one to go alongside the other ;)
* Owing to the deterioration in my hands, I find that I cannot comment as much as I should..But please know...I do look at all your posts!..and will leave my 'moniker' >OB< when I do so!...Thank you all *
OwdBob'sGallery
I didn't have enough time to leave messages for all my Caedes-friends' posts in the last few weeks. So now I only write this comment on the BEST pics. This is one of them.
It is known that there is an infinite number of worlds, simply because there is an infinite amount of space for them to be in. However, not every one of them is inhabited. Therefore, there must be a finite number of inhabited worlds. Any finite number divided by infinity is as near to nothing as makes no odds, so the average population of all the planets in the universe can be said to be zero. From this it follows that the population of the universe is also zero, and that any people you may meet from time to time are merely the product of a deranged imagination.