Kaleidoscope |
Our days are a kaleidoscope. Every instant a change takes place in the contents. New harmonies, new contrasts, new combinations of every sort. Nothing ever happens twice alike. The most familiar people stand each moment in some new relation to each other, to their work, to surrounding objects. The most tranquil house, with the most serene inhabitants, living upon the utmost regularity of system, is yet exemplifying infinite diversities. |
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hats, anyone?
pinhole 621, … moments before she disappeared by kudaphoto on Flickr.
life’s real slow-when you beat it with a wooden stick each time a moment hurts.
try digging your thoughts under this earth. bury that...