"I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
~William Wordsworth, 'I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud,' 1804"
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Bay of Fundy Fog
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Nature In Hand
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Caroline Beach
Afterglow
Friday, July 2, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
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