Thursday, March 21, 2013
Though familiarity may not breed contempt, it takes off the edge of admiration.
Hmmmmm. Bellerive Bluff, Bellerive. March 2013.
Theme Thursday already and there is a nasty little FRAGRANCE about. A stench. A stink. An odour of disrepute. No putrefaction, but something ominous. A bouquet of disagreeableness. A whiff of repugnance and an aura of unpleasantness.
And I'm not talking about the fish.