#323 – Floral
Floral display in the porch of the village hall.
Floral display in the porch of the village hall.
‘The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.’ – Percy Bysshe Shelley, Adonais
Rustling underfoot.
‘Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left.’ – Victor Hugo
Flowers by streetlight.