"All I could see from where I stood
Was three long mountains and a wood;...
...So with my eyes I traced the line
Of the horizon, thin and fine...
The sky, I thought, is not so grand;
I 'most could touch it with my hand!
And reaching up my hand to try,
I screamed to feel it touch the sky.
I screamed, and--lo!--Infinity
came down and settled over me..."
(-- from Edna St Vincent Millay's poem "Renascence")
"How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!" (--John Muir)
(photos from the plane window coming home this weekend, from Portland Oregon, through Utah and the Rocky Mountains)
6 days ago