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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Evening, Wisdom and Beauty

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Rabindranath Tagore
All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child.
Marie Curie
I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
e.e. cummings

12 comments:

Tracy said...

Oh my goodness, that red fireball tree is gorgeous...what a sight!

Maude Lynn said...

These are stunning!

Linda Reeder said...

Great post. Love it all, the photos, and e e cummings too!!

magiceye said...

brilliant captures all!

lotusleaf said...

Each of the pictures is very beautiful! I liked the second photo and the quote best.

Karen @ Pieces of Contentment said...

Beautiful photos! I especially like the second, what an amazing place.

Arija said...

The glories of nature perfectly portrayed. Just wonderful my friend.

Nature Rambles said...

What gorgeous pictures you've posted, Sylvia! Love your header too!

Kay said...

I just love coming to see your headers, Sylvia. These photos are absolutely spectacular. I love fall colors!

Unknown said...

OMG these are all such wonderful shots! i particularly loved the 1st and 3rd shots!

My Third Eye

Teamgsquare said...

Just loved the colors

kRiZcPEc said...

The last shot is amazing. Thanks for sharing and take care.

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