Standing fast against a tide of nymphs and other goddesses
Picking faces and snapping portraits and the crescent smiles
Gathering broken minutes in a bouquet of unseen souvenirs
It is like trying to hold wild waters with my bare hands
All gone now, leaving a string of shiny pixels on the shores of my memory
We learn about the flow of time as we look back
Eurydice…
Photo Hugh Ardoin The Notting Hill Carnival Galleries