This is what my desk looks like, covered in tea and books and my beensy laptop.
This was me yesterday before putting on my coat and getting d r e n c h e d in the rain walking to the common meadow.
This is a particularly sinister looking cupid above a grave plaque in, I believe, Salisbury Cathedral. His face is so . . . bizarre. (Click on the photo to enlarge and you'll perhaps see what caught my eye).
"Everything, whether it belongs to the keenest intellect, or the lowest senses, is an idol if the soul rests in it, apart from God." E.B. Pusey