All In The Golden Afternoon Full Leisurely

How Doth The Little Crocodile Improve His Shining Tail, And Pour The Waters Of The Nile On Every Golden Scale! How Cheerfully He Seems To Grin, How Neatly He Spreads His Claws, And Welcomes Little Fishes In, With Gently Smiling Jaws!

Photography Is My One Recreation And I Think It Should Be Done Well.

In A Wonderland They Lie, Dreaming As The Days Go By, Dreaming As The Summers Die: Ever Drifting Down The Stream- Lingering In The Golden Gleam- Life, What Is It But A Dream?

For, You See, So Many Out-of-the-way Things Had Happened Lately, That Alice Had Begun To Think That Very Few Things Indeed Were Really Impossible.

The Vast Unfathomable Sea Is But A Notion-unto Me.