dreams
What an oddly beautiful dream. I dreamt of a wonderful pool where some of my most precious photos were discarded... and of a hunt for a long lost shovel from an image, someone's shovel from a war that ended up being found half in concrete at a German museum... sneaking it out and the subsequent mess. And on it someone had written Matthew 24:6... "And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars: see that ye be not troubled: for all these things must come to pass, but the end is not yet."
And for some reason... I woke with the Kreutzer stuck in my head. Perhaps it was the soundtrack in my mind to the dream.