What dreams we have and how they fly
Like rosy clouds across the sky;
Of wealth, of fame, of sure success,
Of love that comes to cheer and bless;
And how they wither, how they fade,
The waning weatlh, the jilting jade —
The fame that for a moment gleams,
Then flies forever, — dreams, ah — dreams!
Paul Laurence Dunbar
(Although it may not seem like it, these images are really stretching my boundaries because the majority of my photographic work has been setup, either in the studio or otherwise. Capturing a worthy subject without setting it up is something that should open and sharpen my eyes.)