Philosophy – In My Own Words

Old Barcelona. A man walks to the bull ring. Sunlight and shadows. David Garlick

Stream cuts path to sea. Sun plays on ancient rock walls. How long is ago? David Garlick

Waves speak, salty tongue. Winter words that sting our eyes. Why are they angry? David Garlick

Old leaves of Autumn, fly on the winds of time, to greet summer blooms. David Garlick

In My Own Words