The title is a line from Tennyson’s The Lotos-Eaters:
How sweet it were, hearing the downward stream, With half-shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in a half-dream! To dream and dream, like yonder amber light, Which will not leave the myrrh-bush on the height; To hear each other's whisper'd speech: Eating the Lotos day by day…
I shot this photo on King Street in front of The Princess Café. It seemed that whatever this woman was staring at so intently in the back-lit glow of her screen was manifesting itself as coloured lights streaming above her head. It made me think of our relationship with technology, how we love-hate it and how it sometimes consumes us as we consume it. Like Tennyson’s Lotos-Eaters:
Dark faces pale against that rosy flame
DW