light pours down

Beauty goes to her address
She shuts the door and climbs the stairs
& when she sleeps the revolution grows

Beauty rests on mattress strings
Wearing just her underthings
& when she wakes the revolution's here
& when she wakes the revolution's here
- David Byrne

More fun with the Holga 120N.
If there was ever any doubt that light pours down on us,
here is the proof.

Everything is in a riot of color.