writing - sometimes invisible
flaming out, like shining from shook foil
...
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
[from "God's Grandeur" by Gerard Manley Hopkins]
our front yard at Spindrift, Lake Huron, Bruce Peninsula, Ontario
flaming out, like shining from shook foil
...
And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
[from "God's Grandeur" by Gerard Manley Hopkins]
our front yard at Spindrift, Lake Huron, Bruce Peninsula, Ontario