The Travelling Dream Show

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. The Tempest. Act iv. Sc. 1.

Thursday, October 27, 2005

FRENSHAM GREAT POND, SURREY

1 Comments:

Simona Ciraolo said...: Chis, this is really suggestive..
It looks like a black ink illustration.
beautiful; 4:01 AM