For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.
~William Butler Yeats, “The Land of Heart’s Desire,” 1894
this image’s title was as you might guess, influenced by the song that popped into my mind when i found this spider web trapped mayfly. unconscious associations: i’ve long ago abandoned the idea of trying to figure them out.
just as a gratuitous smile from a total stranger in the street, they’re just there and they’re appreciated.
are way overated but gosh, this is such a beautiful creature…
keeps the Heatwave Blues away.
i think it’s a lot prettier than the usual green.
when you just sit there and scratch your eyeball over something you just can’t figure out…
on a cold winter’s day.