“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically.
We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly.
We grow partially.
We are relative.
We are mature in one realm, childish in another.
The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present.
We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.” — Anaïs Nin
Shades of grey and a touch of green from #claredon
I think I never used that filter ever before! Mostly I edit my pic with snapseed and sometimes I give them a 10% finishing touch with an instagramfilter. This is a B&W pic with a 50% #claredonfilter
Mummy said take a nice picture of the sea and sunny day. By sheer chance I glimpsed a fairly impressive fishing visual, and the water across to Helensburgh was just so calm and carefree. What does one think mummy dearest? I do hope it is to your liking.
Day 16: Black & White
Life is like a mountain railway,
With an engineer that’s brave;
We must make the run successful,
From the cradle to the grave;
Watch the curves, the fills, the tunnels;
Never falter, never fail;
Keep your hands upon the throttle,
And your eyes upon the rail.
🎶 Life’s Railway to Heaven
🎶 Written by M.E. Abbey, 1890
🎶 Performed by many, including Johnny Cash and Patsy Cline