Today I was reading a favorite poem, The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot, and I went out and found some images that fit the mood in which it left me. With the photographs are five bits, one from each of the four sections of the poem, which seem to fit. It's important to try to get things to fit as often as possible...

Shape without form, shade without color,
    Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Sunlight on a broken column
    There, is a tree swinging
    And voices are
    In the wind's singing

The supplication of a dead man's hand
    Under the twinkle of a fading star.

The eyes are not here
    There are no eyes here

Between the desire
    And the spasm
    Between the potency
    And the existence
    Between the essence
    And the descent
    Falls the Shadow