Salt

Poet, never chase the dream.
Laugh yourself, and turn away.
Mask your hunger; let it seem
Small matter if he come or stay;
But when he nestles in your hand at last,
Close up your fingers tight and hold him fast.
- 'A Pinch of Salt' Robert Graves

Been eyeing up this ivy for a while for a blip. I may have to come back again and try to take a different picture another day :)

Backblipped the fireworks from sunday. Finally sorted out the photos from the evening, so many lovely fireworks!