2 thoughts on “Victoria Park

  1. I love the trees in the upper photograph. Are they hailing a new dawn or bidding farewell to a dark night? Or are they like Ovid’s Cyparissus pointing to the heavens? “His life force
    exhausted by long weeping, now his limbs
    began to take a green tint, and his hair,
    which overhung his snow-white brow, turned up
    into a bristling crest; and he became
    a stiff tree with a slender top and pointed
    up to the starry heavens. And the God,
    groaning with sorrow, said; “You shall be mourned sincerely by me, surely as you mourn
    for others, and forever you shall stand
    in grief, where others grieve.”

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