
When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate.
… The Bard of Avon (Sonnet 29)

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate.
… The Bard of Avon (Sonnet 29)

This image was taken one evening on the way to the Royal Festival Hall where my younger daughter, Steffi, was performing.
I don’t want to write too much about it, except that I loved the scene as I looked up. I had my camera, and knew exactly what I wanted. It makes me very happy to have achieved that.
A sweet poem by Ruby Archer fits the scene..
A little cloud stood lonely
Amid the evening sky;
Doubting and fearful waiting there,—
No other cloudlet nigh.
Sapna Dhandh-Sharma