One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made
Of all the fire mountains which like beacons, once blazed along the Pacific Coast, Mount Rainier is the noblest.
The power of imagination makes us infinite
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere
Lowly, gentle fellow mortals, enjoying God's sunshine
How many hearts with warm red blood in them are beating under cover of the woods, and how many teeth and eyes are shining!
When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world
Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind
Some of your best photos, Marti. That butterfly and the view of Helen's are superb. n Excellent post.
ReplyDeleteWe're off to the Skagit Valley to see the tulips now. Hate the crowds but Monday should be as quiet as it gets.