How Wild It Is!

  “How delightful it is to be alone here! How wild everything is – wild as the sky and as pure! Never shall I forget this big, divine day – the Cathedral and its thousands of cassiope bells, and the landscapes around them, and this camp in the gray crags above the woods, with its … Continue reading How Wild It Is!

Mountain Days

“Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God. Nevermore, however weary, should one faint by the way who gains the blessings of one mountain day; whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy … Continue reading Mountain Days

The Pathless Woods

“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, … Continue reading The Pathless Woods

Mountain

Below the photograph is a poem that I wrote recently. I have struggled to put a title on the poem because I have not found one that aptly fits the image and idea I am trying to convey.  I have titled it “The Mountain” because I cannot think of anything more appropriate for the poem … Continue reading Mountain