Solitude of the Moon

	We rehearse our dreams before we dream them and it has the mystifying smell of strange flowers. We are the oceans we are the shores we allow desires, they rise and fall dreams outlive dreams as we solicit the solitude of the moon.
	Lekshmy Sujathan Kerala, India 2002 photo 2008:gb

The Eagle

He clasps the crag with hooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.

The wrinkled seas beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

Lord Alfred Tennyson, 1851

photo 2008: stig bachmann nielsen
Naturplan Foto