I need to get out, the walls are closing in and i sit here brooding about the death of my baby.
To quote Professor Tolkien via Peter Jackson: “Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness. In bitter watches of the night. When all your life seems to shrink. The walls of your bower closing in about you. A hatch to trammel some wild thing.”
More pics up at http://www.flickr.com/photos/34806425@N02/