"There was a little girl,
And she had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very, very good,
And when she was bad she was horrid.
One day she went upstairs,
When her parents, unawares,
In the kitchen were occupied with meals,
And she stood upon her head
In her little trundle-bed,
And then began hooraying with her heels.
Her mother heard the noise,
And she thought it was the boys
Playing at a combat in the attic;
But when she climbed the stair,
And found Jemima there,
She took and she did spank her most emphatic." .Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
:0) Love the expression on her face!
While I was furtively trying to capture her playing in sand alone, all by herself .....she turned, caught moi with my camera and immediately gave this look of bashful guilt....Bless her, li'l girl !!! :)
PS : Click on the pic to be able to see it better
Went on a long drive a few evenings back.....did not intend to capture anything in particular.....came back with these, shot in the twilight......
"......parting day
Dies like a dolphin,
whom each pang imbues
With a new colour as it gasps away,
The last still loveliest,
till--'tis gone--and all is grey." ......Byron
