It was, as I have said, a fine autumnal day; the sky was clear and serene, and nature wore that rich and golden livery which we always associate with the idea of abundance. The forests had put on their sober brown and yellow, while some trees of the tenderer kind had been nipped by the frosts into brilliant dyes of orange, purple, and scarlet.... As Ichabod jogged slowly on his way, his eye... ranged with delight over the treasures of jolly autumn. ~Washington Irving, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow"
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Wordless Wednesday: With a few words
Nina's Mystorian necklace and book.
Images of Asilomar and the Pacific Ocean.
"...Oh, good scholar, I say to myself,
how can you help but grow wise
with such teachings as these...
The untrimmable light of the world,
the ocean's shine,
the prayers that are made
out of grass?" ~m. oliver~
Thank you, Nina and all the people who made this workshop possible. I'm even beginning to love the ocean..., from a distance.