Little Daily Miracles
November 11, 2014
“What is the meaning of life? . . . a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark.” — Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
Clouds are always a miracle.
Rosemary's Blog 
November 12, 2014 at 2:19 am
Oh, the colours!
November 12, 2014 at 7:04 pm
Both of your photos are lovely, especially the second. And Woolf’s words are perfect. I keep forgetting her work, and I shouldn’t.