lördag 27 mars 2010

Sonnet XCVII

How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
What old December's bareness every where!
And yet this time removed was summer's time,
The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,
Bearing the wanton burden of the prime,
Like widow'd wombs after their lords' decease:
Yet this abundant issue seem'd to me
But hope of orphans and unfather'd fruit;
For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,
And, thou away, the very birds are mute;
Or, if they sing, 'tis with so dull a cheer
That leaves look pale, dreading the winter's near.

-- William Shakespeare

Här följer några havsbilder jag tagit vid den portugisiska kusten i Estoril, nämligen i Praia da Poça. Tagit dem mest som jämförelse mellan de bilderna man är van att se av havet, för att dessa visar vinterhavet, den som inte lockar turister.
















And for the grand finale:




^^ Muahahaha!

Nu drar jag och träffar min syster i båthamnen! Cya! :D

Kram!

/CAT

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