Charles was once similarly inspired:
But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk.
The trees were bare of leaves,
and the river was bare of water-lilies;
but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue,
and the water reflected it,
and a delicious wind ran with the stream,
touching the surface crisply.
Charles Dickens
The trees were bare of leaves,
and the river was bare of water-lilies;
but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue,
and the water reflected it,
and a delicious wind ran with the stream,
touching the surface crisply.
Charles Dickens
7 comments:
Beautiful pictures! I love the extract - clever link. I love that the sky was not bare of its blue (-:
one of the most beautiful parts of a tree and so often overlooked..you have photographed it well ...such a treat! ~elk
Lovely poem and photos too.
So weird to see winter when it's our summer.
I think I love bare trees more than when they have their leaves on - there is something quite strong, but also vulnerable about those bare branches. Lovely quote. I've read too little Dickens ...
Beautiful! The essence revealed...
Really pretty photos :) I'm glad it's summer here, though.
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