I wanted to put this picture here, just because. Now is just as good excuse as any. I never thought it would be as good excuse as any. I have a thing for old things, and old bridges make no exception. They are like closed doors and old wells, they symbolise the passage to another world. In the Lake District, it was appropriate as we often felt in a different land.
Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Thursday, 19 August 2010
Old bridge
I wanted to put this picture here, just because. Now is just as good excuse as any. I never thought it would be as good excuse as any. I have a thing for old things, and old bridges make no exception. They are like closed doors and old wells, they symbolise the passage to another world. In the Lake District, it was appropriate as we often felt in a different land.
Wow... à faire rêver...
ReplyDeleteWow...so incredibly beautiful!
ReplyDelete@Prof-Merci. Et toi quand tu commentes, tu commentes pas à moitié! Je crois que tu as laissé trois messages ici au moins.
ReplyDelete@Wendy-All the Lake District was like this. Simply stunning.
Enchanting....
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