
"Give me the clear blue sky over my head, and the green turf beneath my feet, a winding road before me, and a three hours' march to dinner -- and then to thinking!"
-- William Hazlitt (1778-1830)
He also wrote:
"Horus non numero nisi serenas is the motto of a sundial near Venice. There is a softness and a harmony in the words and in the thought unparalleled." -- William Hazlitt
("I count only the hours that are serene.")
The photo was taken this afternoon at Ward Pound Ridge Reservation in Cross River, New York.
6 comments:
Gorgeous. I can't help thinking of candy floss - spun sugar.
Hey, Annie! Thanks. Yes, you're right. Such an ethereal setting. Hope you are well.
What a beautifully haunting image. Slowing down time... please blog more on that urgent subject!
Why, thank you, Ms. Mayo! I continue to work on my slowing-down-time project. Ha, no urgency there at all -- in fact urgency is meaningless inside stalled time ...
Light, airy, breathy...ah! Enjoy your posts.
Thank you, Monica! Sorry to take so long to respond to your kind words, but I didn't find your comment until just now. So ... here we are in spring ... savor the landscape ...
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