"the fatal metaphor or progress, which means leaving things behind us, has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which means leaving things inside us." Gilbert K. Chesterton
Field Scabious i do believeious. An amazing level of developement. By amazing, I mean amazing, not added for effect.
Found beauty in a strangers garden. I guess they will never know.
"On and on we go, always with the ghosts of us in tow"
Blue stamped from the motion of the wind throught the golden grass.
Balue flames amongst the golden fields.
I never intended to be blue
Growing from the woodland floor around Langsett Reservoir.