Whips, pyjamas and backflips do the exact opposite for me. They show the creativity within the sport and also the fun, easy going vibe that we get to experience. You don't see professional golfers wearing pjs.
The sky speeks to the unspoken. The dialogue is in velvet. Chim Chim my mother is dead or cooking, I wait for the fall of the tiny man but will he ever fall. Have we fallen? I am so unclear. Where's my head, my Le Chat Noir and I will be complete. Freedom umpu!
Damn there I go sleep commenting again. My apologies! I know I'm kinda of weird but I think a mix of Halloween coming, the unbearable heat in this area finally coming to an end may have fried something. Great photo though for sure! Reminds me times I used to have to fly my broomstick all night. It was awful then, no suspension and the hours, oh the hours. Sorry for the moon madness ranting and worst of all the poetry. ]: )----