Good bye 2022
The last posted photo of the year for me. I hope that everyone has a happy, healthy, and better in all ways 2023.
FWIW/
Ending the year with one of my favorite passages in modern literature.
" Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead."
The Dead
James Joyce
Good bye 2022
The last posted photo of the year for me. I hope that everyone has a happy, healthy, and better in all ways 2023.
FWIW/
Ending the year with one of my favorite passages in modern literature.
" Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, further westwards, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling too upon every part of the lonely churchyard where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay thickly drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead."
The Dead
James Joyce