Every winter, when the great sun has turned his face away,
the earth goes down into a vale of grief, and fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables,
leaving her wedding-garlands to decay - then leaps in spring to his returning kisses.
Charles Kingsley Dublin, Phoenix park , Irska, januar 2011
analogno (Nikon F70, Fujifilm Neopan 1600, multigrade papir)