"When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast stateAnd trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate...."
"...Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings."(Excerpts from Sonnet 29 by William Shakespeare)
Beautiful words...made more deeply so by the captured sights.
ReplyDeleteLike so many of your other photo essays, this is another I'll return to again and again.
ReplyDeleteIt's Alaska penicillin for the heart!