harold.lloyd:
.
harold.lloyd:
the crocuses and daffs are out
harold.lloyd:
In a matter of time it would slip from my mind
harold.lloyd:
Hey Hey, Cripple Creek Ferry
harold.lloyd:
120 Conch Street, Bikini Bottom, Pacific Ocean
harold.lloyd:
this is a recording
harold.lloyd:
There are two ways through life. The way of nature; and the way of grace. You have to choose which one you follow.
harold.lloyd:
un, deux, trois
harold.lloyd:
somewhere between lightroom and flickr, the glow disappeared
harold.lloyd:
remembrance of bluebellery past
harold.lloyd:
cigarette smoking man
harold.lloyd:
I am a leaf, as red as can be. Is there room in the wood for a leaf like me?
harold.lloyd:
more b&w
harold.lloyd:
A bear there was, a bear! a bear!
harold.lloyd:
we've got fun and games
harold.lloyd:
I will stir up in England some black storm / Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell
harold.lloyd:
burn away the cold
harold.lloyd:
three point two
harold.lloyd:
the other one was better
harold.lloyd:
little bless'd with the soft phrase of peace
harold.lloyd:
time to fly south
harold.lloyd:
the rain when it falls doesn't hurt me
harold.lloyd:
my dream was lengthen'd after life
harold.lloyd:
Can't see the red for the maple
harold.lloyd:
beauty in destruction
harold.lloyd:
defy the foul fiend
harold.lloyd:
The last leave of thee takes my weeping eye
harold.lloyd:
all things go, all things go
harold.lloyd:
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought
harold.lloyd:
Forty days and forty nights
