Once again, you’ve captured the magic in your superb photos, but I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you that I can’t help thinking of the following lyrics as I admire your compositions…
“When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she’ll know
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s “off with her head!”
Remember what the dormouse said;
Feed your head, feed your head…”
Once again, you’ve captured the magic in your superb photos, but I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you that I can’t help thinking of the following lyrics as I admire your compositions…
“When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving low
Go ask Alice
I think she’ll know
When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s “off with her head!”
Remember what the dormouse said;
Feed your head, feed your head…”
As, always, music comes to your mind 🙂
I wish we all had your gift.
Thanks…but I will not be feeding my head