Uploaded on July 2, 2011
… Then, turning to my love, I said,
“The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust.”
But she—she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.
Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
Oscar Wilde
The Ballad of Reading Gaol and Other Poems
7.2.2023: What a lovely, sunny evening it was twelve years ago, when the kids and I went to the park in Winthrop to get this shot. Things are very different this year. Nearly the entire month of June was filled with rain, and thus far, July is looking about the same.