"It's a bleak and grey November and I have my camera, and my mind"
"The Trinkets of the gathering "
A few words I heard a close male friend say that he strung together to describe what one of his relatives "got" from going to church.
The Trinkets of the Gathering - I like it - profound to me at the time and the words conjured ideas . "I'm keeping the words" I told him, after he said them.
He said " fine keep them"
They roll off the tongue in a sing-song Celtic way
"The Trinkets of the Gathering"
They're mine now