And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs—
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
-Gerard Manley Hopkins from “God’s Grandeur,” full poem here
Beautiful. Love the painterly effect of the background and how it echos the in-focus elements.
Sigh……I miss home sometimes. Thanks to your blog now I can see snippets of it. Great shots!
Lovely photo, and sentiment…Must thank Cecilia for pointing your blog out!
Thank you so much for stopping by, gardenfreshtomatoes, and thank you Cecilia.
“There lives the dearest freshness deep down things”… these words so impressive, almost captured me, but yes, the photograph is amazing too. Everything hits as a one. Thank you Neil E.Das, and yes, Thank you for dear Cecilia too, that I met with your beautiful Blog, with my love, nia