I mark the summer’s swift decline; The springing sward its grave-clothes weaves. Oh, could I catch the sounds remote? Could I but tell to human ear The strains which on the breezes float And sing the requiem of the dying year! From the Journal of Henry David Thoreau
Beautiful photos in that recent set -- I love the wildness in them, especially the three that have a tree or trees in the background and flowers close up.
Beautiful photos John. I especially like the closeups of the forest floor and the autumn leaves.
Beautiful photos in that recent set -- I love the wildness in them, especially the three that have a tree or trees in the background and flowers close up.