Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping
Than you can understand.
Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim grey sands with light,
Far off by furthest rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances,
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And is anxious in its sleep.
From The Stolen Child, by William Butler Yeats
This is a departure from my usual photography. Everything about this photo was done on my iPhone – the original photos, the processing and editing, even the signature. iPhonography intrigues me!