“Gently the waves would break (Lily heard them in her sleep); tenderly the light fell (it seemed to come through her eyelids). And it all looked, Mr. Carmichael thought, shutting his book, falling asleep, much as it used to look years ago.”
To The Lighthouse – Virginia Wolff
Filed under: Black and White, Photography, The Hudson River Tagged: Clouds, The Little Red Lighthouse, The Talking Heads, Virginia Wolff, Winter
