The Joys That Come in Small Packages
There is a nagging feeling among us that Her Majesty has been there and carried out those actions. A couple of decades ago, it appeared as though she had had enough of the limits imposed by the palace, the distinctions between what was and was not considered royal, and the fact that she was unable to do anything she wanted, whenever she wanted to do it.
Even in relation to this particular shot. Why should one be bothered with everything else that life has to offer when there is only one thing that truly matters? Is there a secluded spot where you can chew on your fingernails without waking anyone else or getting anyone else’s attention?