Weaving words of grace and gratitude through the fabric of my photography, I wish to share the everyday miracles of God's creation. Writing with a blend of curiosity, discovery, and spirituality, I invite the reader-viewer along a trail of words and images; thoughtfully selected and graciously given.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
Fragments of Poetry 6
"The land rolls out its own magnificence,
and you inherit whatever your eyes
can prove by their glance
that they're worthy of." - William Stafford
from poem: "You, Reader"
from collection: My Name is William Tell c 1992
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Photo Location: Absoroka Range, Pray, Montana (Montana)
View previous "Fragments of Poetry":
May 1, May 13, July 19 , Aug. 18, Nov. 13
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Lovely. Paul Gruchow talks about a prairie landscape being like a great Persian carpet. Magnificence seems like the perfect word.
ReplyDeleteEmily:
ReplyDeleteThank you for your magnificent reply. I will have to read some Paul Gruchow.
Live your current inheritance; your love of the land.
Richard