miércoles, noviembre 15, 2006

I think that I shall never see

















a poem as lovely as a tree







Aspen on Cedar Mountain, Utah

3 comentarios:

Feanor dijo...

Makes me wonder sometimes why I even try to be wise or profound, Creation surpasses my loftiest profundity without even trying, by simply BEING. All we can do is make feeble copies of what the Master has done, or take pictures.

Suzanne dijo...

You've got that right.

Anónimo dijo...

I agree, but I always liked the poem too.