Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: Bridgnorth

Days of yellow noise Drive through me, Passing in asinine brightness. I try to count the trees Behind the mist. An impossible endeavour Discovered too late.

Sigur Ros

I wait Without cover Whilst the cold sharpens in. Death pulling to the floor. Is it possible to revive The mists of eternity? The frost smothers Einstein white, And gravity pins me To this place. I dare not look up. Hope would crush me.