My own beauty reflected The lake was silent for some time. Finally, it said: "I weep for Narcissus, but I never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. I weep because, each time he knelt beside my banks, I could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected." Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist Narcissus and Goldmund beautyego
A set of potential photographs A Quote by Susan Sontag ...a mentality which looks at the world as a set of potential photographs. The Eyes of the Skin: Architecture and the SensesMere retinal art photographysocietyimages