Monday, November 24, 2008

The Mist

One from the archives. A few years' ago Gregg and I rented a cabin in late Fall near Luray, round about this time come to think of it. It was called Misty River and, as you might guess by the name, the cabin overlooked the river. It was our aim to get up as early as we could each morning and explore our temporary neighborhood. I took this photo of Gregg walking up the lane. The whole long weekend we had misty mornings but it was beautiful. No telephone, no TV, no Internet - gasp - walks along secluded lanes and hot chocolate by a roaring log fire, and the mist wasn't so bad that we couldn't get a lovely view of the river.


Mist

Low-anchored cloud, Newfoundland air,
Fountain head and source of rivers,
Dew-cloth, dream drapery,
And napkin spread by fays;
Drifting meadow of the air,
Where bloom the dasied banks and violets,
And in whose fenny labyrinth
The bittern booms and heron wades;
Spirit of the lake and seas and rivers,
Bear only purfumes and the scent
Of healing herbs to just men's fields!

~Henry David Thoreau~

6 comments:

  1. This one is a 'framer', especially since it is your husband in the photo, and holds such fond memories.

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  2. That is a wonderful photo and I like the edge treatment. The sort of shot you'll always treasure.

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  3. beautiful photo and sentiment...
    love the mist :)

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  4. That's such a beautiful area, isn't it? And this is a lovely photo.

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  5. A fantastic photo Denise, and wonderful poem to go along with it!
    Thanks!

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  6. Very beautiful place ! No ???

    Nice photo, so...

    See You later !

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