Wednesday, November 8, 2006

From the Journal

of Henry David Thoreau

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Walden Pond at sunset. (Photo courtesy M. Rowinski)

Every day a new picture is painted and framed, held up for half and hour,
in such lights as the Great Artist chooses, and then withdrawn,
and the curtain falls.
And then the sun goes down, and long the afterglow gives light.
And then the damask curtains glow along the western window.
And now the first star is lit, and I go home.

4 comments:

my pink sky said...

beautiful. i have always been meaning to head down there to explore...i love concord, so full of charm. my husband and i spent our anniversary there walking around town.

Left-handed Trees... said...

A beautiful meditation on an Autumn day...Thoreau is always a sure thing!

b/sistersshoes said...

Breathtaking picture and words

lovely U,
xxx darlene

Abby said...

Will I ever again live where the scenery is beautiful? Is it worth not living near family? This is my struggle. Thus, I will probably never live where that type of beauty abounds...sniff. My forcast calls for dessert.