Every time I visit the park, these bridge pilings beckon. This last visit, I finally decided to shoot some pictures. Edited to bring out the colors and the lines.
“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
“Most people are on the world, not in it– having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them– undiffused separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate. ”
“Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.”