February 4, 2008 35/366
Nothing of him that does fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Swimming laps at 6:00am. Halogen lights, the black pre-dawn, and the mist rising from the warm pool into the cold morning air.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
I like the blurred swimmer the best in this shot.
Post a Comment