“The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when one thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion.”
– Oscar Wilde
Lavender field, Provence, France 2011
Picture by Joey Cleary
Me encanta. Y la frase tb.
It reminds me of pictures of “Monet”.