"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

The Passing Of Years

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“I am weary of days and hours,

Blown buds of barren flowers,

Desires and dreams and powers

And everything but sleep.”

A.C.Swinburne (1837-1909)

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Photograph taken on the streets of Fort Cochin. The man was begging for alms in the heat of the midday sun.

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One response

  1. I can almost feel his weathered skin …

    March 26, 2011 at 8:45 pm

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