Saturday, June 13, 2009

A thing of beauty

There is a lovely picnic and camping spot at Ophir, beside the still water.

From Endymion by John Keats
"A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.


  1. Rocks and water are a perfect combination, aren't they? This is beautiful!

  2. Rocks and water IN THE RIGHT LIGHT. This is one of the most glorious photos sets I have ever seen of the western slopes. Wonderfully caught ...

    Please don't curtail this activity ...

  3. Thanks for the encouragement Julie. I have been out west today and about to download the shots, so the activity is not curtailed for at least a few more weeks :-)