And it was right under my nose but I didn’t see it until now. There is some beautiful photography here. And there’s poetry in the air as well. Maybe that’s why I didn’t find it until now. I had to discover the poet who lives in my head and has been whispering to me for too long. (He’s tired now. I wore him out last week).
Alright. I hear you . And I see you. Now can I get back to minding my own business for awhile?