Where’s your head at today Tony?
Not often your grandfather rides an Emu, and you have proof!
Seldomly does life gift us an aura that burns brighter and more vibrant than the one inside us.
A vestibule of pure light that has the ability to glow more spirited than any other.
An uncontrollable inclination to protect and flourish that glow which sears itself on the other.
Some undeniable attraction akin to the strength of magnetised poles which fails to degrade over time.
For denying the fact shall become the burden branded upon consciousnesses for eternity, and a day.
This is the photograph that got Nonno the win at the British Amateur Photographer.
I wonder where my tonsils are now?
