Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun,
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost float and run;
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
From To a Skylark by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)
Magical Viewed Large On Black
Sunset after the Storm, Otaki Beach, NZ [?]
These are the journeys of a thoughtful mind with an eye for beauty, through the landscapes of New Zealand, Australia, the United States, the United Kingdom, Europe and the world with trusty camera in hand.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Soaring in the Magical Sky
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