The smoke of my own breath; Echoes, ripples, buzz’d whispers, love-root, silk-thread, milk and vine; My respiration and inspiration, the beating of my heart, the passing of blood and air through my lungs; The sniff of green leaves and dry leaves, and of the shore, and dark-color’d sea-rocks, and of hay in the barn....(Walt Whitman)








5 comments:

Liz said...

What a beautiful landscape. I love these photographs. Absolutely wonderful work.

misma andrews said...

thank you so much - it's been so long since i went adventuring in the country and so long since i took photos that made me happy. it was such a joy to do both in the place i grew up x x

Rachel // Mousevox said...

so peaceful and still. nice work!

dianne said...

These capture winter in New Zealand so perfectly.

Vickie said...

you are like some mystical where's waldo of the landscape, appearing here and there.....princess of the scenery.