Born of Frustration

View from the Mont Blanc bridge just before 7am this morning. I thought it came out rather well.

Feeling good then, and feeling good now I am home. In between was 11 or so hours of stress. I was wondering again today if my job has become more demanding over the years, or if, with age, I have become less tolerant of the "enfoirés" that I have contact with. Probably a combination of the two.

Some James