Wuthering Heights essays call, the time is short, the year is ending. Today, with so little time, I decided to do a drop the needle exercise–open Lightroom, scroll down, and then randomly stop on a folder. Open the folder, then randomly stop midway through the display of thumbnails. Edit.
Water gushing through a lock on the canal. Stripped bare of color, it becomes a blur of motion. Now back to Heathcliff, that dog-hangning sociopath!