The topic for this week's WordPress photo prompt is 'State of Mind'. I have a cold. This is my state of mind. Soft, beige and crumpled.
It is actually a photo of used tissues in my waste paper basket. You are allowed to say 'yuck'.The app was PhotoToaster.
The Human Seasons. John Keats
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:
He has his Summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honied cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such dreaming high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves
His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness—to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook.
He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
After Giorgio Morandi. Apps were iColorama and Phototoaster.