So I say I start again from her, from C.Lee and some pics she took while in London.
And then from Luca B., a dear dear friend who found himself looking at a Tree. And that moment became a routine, as W.S. Burroughs would call it. And so here it is. That is the last pic, and maybe there's some fire behind, but the Light is surely something.
You have a good one.
Spring is here again, tender age in Bloom.