All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost. ~J.R.R. Tolkien
Photography
(Photo by Alexandru Zdrobău on Unsplash)
October’s foliage yellows with his cold:
In rattling showers dark November’s rain,
From every stormy cloud, descends again,
Till keen December’s snows close up the year again.
~John Ruskin
Photo Finish Friday | Evening Swim
Is not this a true autumn day? Just the still melancholy that I love — that makes life and nature harmonize. The birds are consulting about their migrations, the trees are putting on the hectic or the pallid hues of decay, and begin to strew the ground, that one’s very footsteps may not disturb the repose of earth and air, while they give us a scent that is a perfect anodyne to the restless spirit. Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
~George Eliot
Following Seas 
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