SPIRALS

Round like a circle in a spiral, like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning on an ever spinning reel
Like a snowball down a mountain, or a carnival balloon
Like a carousel that's turning running rings around the moon
Like a clock whose hands are sweeping past the minutes of its face
And the world is like an apple whirling silently in space
Like the circles that you find in the windmills of your mind!

DUSTY SPRINGFIELD . . .  amongst many others.

 

Time to get to grips with the E-M10 – and time to play !

This could be a newly discovered creature – millipede circularis. Hehe . . .