24 random shots
I love random. In this case a I randomly selected 24 shots out of 26,764 images I have in a drive. The poem is also left to chance as it appears in the current book I am reading. I dedicate my February post the the idea of randomness. GAM Be calm, my pain and venture to be still You clamoured for the Night; it falls; is here: The city shrouds itself in the blackest chill, Brings space to some, to others fear. Neath pleasure’s lash, grim high executioner, Mortal souls, that vile and worthless throng, Reap grim remorse and admits the abject ceremony, Pain, take my hand and let us now along….” Baudelaire Guillermo Aranda-Mena ⓒ2022