Welcome to the moor of my mind, to the bog of my mood. In this place you'll find reflections in a shattered mirror, shadows in an autumnal day, changing dark clouds in my mind's nocturnal sky. This place is such a stuff as dreams and nightmares are made on, a journey record which gives shape to a different world. Welcome to my world.
I took the two photos in Fulham, London the 17 of December. These plants should make flower not earlier than March. Any gardener can tell you that anybody saying the global warming is not happening is a liar. Or an idiot.