Fire Of Fall

Fire Of Fall

Aurora hail, and all the thousand dies,
Which deck thy progress through the vaulted skies:
The morn awakes, and wide extends her rays,
On ev’ry leaf the gentle zephyr plays;
Harmonious lays the feather’d race resume,
Dart the bright eye, and shake the painted plume.

By John De Bord Photography
Taken on: October 2, 2011
Location: Autumn sunrise over Lake Estes, Estes Park, Colorado
Poem by: Phyllis Wheatley, A Hymn to the Morning
Poem provided by: CZ

Fall 2013

Fall 2013

Nature is a language and every new fact one learns is a new word; but it is not a language taken to pieces and dead in the dictionary, but the language put together into a most significant and universal sense. I wish to learn this language–not that I may know a new grammar, but that I may read the great book which is written in that tongue.

By JJ Peabody
Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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