A photo a day keeps the Doctor in play.
I was clicking away with my iParasite as the train was rolling by at about 20-25 miles per hour. I didn’t even see this face, which reminds me of Blake’s visionary heads, an angel of Blake peeking like a shmoo from the side of a freight car, until I uploaded the dpics to my laptop.
So he took his wings, and fled;
Then the morn blushed rosy red.
I dried my tears, and armed my fears
With ten-thousand shields and spears.
Soon my Angel came again;
I was armed, he came in vain;
For the time of youth was fled,
And grey hairs were on my head.