Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.
- Elizabeth Barrett Browning -
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| In the Seymour River valley, North Vancouver, 2011 |
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How beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI have been cranky and worried about trying to make ends meet. The HST is a real killer. I have told my family, I must cut way down at X-mas. They said, they have to do the same.
When I looked at the photo's, I felt peaceful, awed and enchanted, by the sheer beauty.
Thank you Norm
As the reader above said, and for the same reasons - thank you Norm.
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