Driving low along the Seine, Dazed like I once was, Skirting the Mendip Hills Above the moor fog. I wanted a photo of that, Like I want a photo of this. That I should be so lucky, When luck is insignificant, And this is everywhere - all the time. Flickering on the water, Bouncing through the glass; The road flashes yellow on black, The rain drips down in layers, The bridges warp to blackened holes, As Sainte-Chapelle tears the sky in two. I am considering the split seconds, The calculations per photon, Envying those in the places we seek; Those who envy us, Those who seek our place.
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This is everywhere indeed!
Gorgeous