Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
hear it, fear it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
- andrew lloyd webber
the best low key i can manage, after two burnt fingers from trying to put the glass cover of the little lamp, a hole in the velvet cover created by the matchstick falling off the burnt fingers, and said matchstick making a singe on the top of the deep freeze where this set up was.
two burnt fingers, one on each hand, my bread and butter. i ought to dip them in cold water, don't i?
for the flash of red february, of course, and the current song title challenge.
My goodness, what we go through for our photos! This is a great one, sort of worth all the problems you encountered along the way. I know that is small consolation!