lower the proud

Turn, Fortune, turn thy wheel, and lower the proud;
Turn thy wild wheel thro’ sunshine, storm, and cloud;
Thy wheel and thee we neither love nor hate.

Idylls of the King: Song from The Marriage of Geraint, Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Four selections today:

• when there is no you from Wiolka Kowalska
• untitled (handpainted eggs) from gallery(bea)
• Viva Voce from Jason Kravitz Photography
• The World Is The Frame/Svet je ramecek from Lud@’s fotoblog