Even in a place as busy as London, there are times when it can feel that the city is all yours.
Three different versions of a Charlotte’s web.
Rome is a beautiful city, filled with all kinds of wonderful buildings.
The 212 foot (64.75m) Wiener Riesenrad in the Prater amusement park in Leopoldstadt
As the night fades to nothingness
And the nothingness fades back to light,
I sit alone staring at the sky
Lay ever infinitely away, ponder what I am thinking.
That laying before a heartless horizon I so adore
I am destined to be replaced,
And never to be traced,
Back to the chance for a paradise I never faced.
But I am to be comforted.
The sky will always sleep above me,
It guarding me forever,
Until that nothingness
never dies again…
Taken by the very lovely, wonderful and beautiful Madeleine Miranda when I was out with her in Covent Garden
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night
Taken from the poem ‘The Old Astronomer (to his pupil)’ by Sarah Williams (1837 – 1868)
Night, making all things dimly beautiful.
One veil over us both.
Taken from the play ‘Cyrano de Bergerac’ by Edmond Rostand (1897)