Pont Alexandre III
A grey, rainy, sad day? How many tears are shed here each day by the lonely, the depressed, the sick and the angry? How much weeping by people of faith and no faith? Among so much beauty and abundance that even the gloom cannot mask the perfection of a raindrop, what could we see to dry our tears, if only we stop to look?
I give more background on the making of this image on my blog entry entitled "Everyone's Favourite".