Nature and Landscape Photography, Photographic Journal of Biblical and Poetic Expressions
Pikes Peak
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Bow Lake "A Joy Forever"
A thing of beauty is a joy forever.
Its loveliness increases; it will never
pass into nothingness ...―John Keats
Monday, January 23, 2017
Takakkaw River
These photos were taken at the Takakkaw River in Yoho National Park. the word "takakkaw" meant "magnificent" in the Cree language.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Cabin On the Athabasca
Misty Mountains Cold
FAR OVER THE MISTY MOUNTAINS COLD
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves.
The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men they looked up with faces pale;
The dragon’s ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.
The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!
Far over the misty mountains cold is a poem found within the chapter "An Unexpected Party" of The Hobbit. By J.R.R. Tolkien
Saturday, January 21, 2017
Lady of Shalott
The Lady of Shalott (1832)
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Part I
On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the wold and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs by
To many-tower'd Camelot;
The yellow-leaved waterlily
The green-sheathed daffodilly
Tremble in the water chilly
Round about Shalott.
Willows whiten, aspens shiver.
The sunbeam showers break and quiver
In the stream that runneth ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four gray walls, and four gray towers
Overlook a space of flowers,
And the silent isle imbowers
The Lady of Shalott.
"Before the Mountains were Born
Friday, January 20, 2017
Athabasca Glacier
The Athabasca Glacier is one of the six principal 'toes' of the Columbia Icefield, located in the Canadian Rockies.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
Mushroom Peak
Ecclesiastes 11:3 If the clouds are full, they pour out rain upon the earth; and whether a tree falls toward the south or toward the north, wherever the tree falls, there it lies.
Banff Mountain
Psalm 147:8
Who covers the heavens with clouds, Who provides rain for the earth, Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.
Bridal Veil Falls
Sonnet 03: Mindful Of You The Sodden Earth In Spring
Mindful of you the sodden earth in spring,
And all the flowers that in the springtime grow,
And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow
Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing
The summer through, and each departing wing,
And all the nests that the bared branches show,
And all winds that in any weather blow,
And all the storms that the four seasons bring.
You go no more on your exultant feet
Up paths that only mist and morning knew,
Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat
Of a bird's wings too high in air to view,—
But you were something more than young and sweet
And fair,—and the long year remembers you.
And all the flowers that in the springtime grow,
And dusty roads, and thistles, and the slow
Rising of the round moon, all throats that sing
The summer through, and each departing wing,
And all the nests that the bared branches show,
And all winds that in any weather blow,
And all the storms that the four seasons bring.
You go no more on your exultant feet
Up paths that only mist and morning knew,
Or watch the wind, or listen to the beat
Of a bird's wings too high in air to view,—
But you were something more than young and sweet
And fair,—and the long year remembers you.
Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
"Time does not bring relief”
“Time does not bring relief; you all have lied”
Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year’s bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go,—so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, “There is no memory of him here!”
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.
By Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
By Edna St. Vincent Millay (1892-1950)
Morant's Curve
Down Bow River
Down the River
Henry Lawson, 1909
Henry Lawson, 1909
I've done with joys an' misery,
An' why should I repine? There's no one knows the past but me
An' that ol' dog o' mine.
We camp an' walk an' camp an' walk,
An' find it fairly good;
He can do anything but talk,
An' he wouldn't if he could.
We sits an' thinks beside the fire,
With all the stars a-shine,
An' no one knows our thoughts but me
An' that there dog o' mine.
We has our Johnny-cake an' "scrag,"
An' finds 'em fairly good;
He can do anything but talk,
An' he wouldn't if he could.
He gets a 'possum now an' then,
I cooks it on the fire;
He has his water, me my tea —
What more could we desire?
He gets a rabbit when he likes,
We finds it pretty good;
He can do anything but talk,
An' he wouldn't if he could.
I has me smoke, he has his rest,
When sunset's gettin' dim;
An' if I do get drunk at times,
It's all the same to him.
So long's he's got me swag to mind,
He thinks that times is good;
He can do anything but talk,
An' he wouldn't if he could.
He gets his tucker from the cook,
For cook is good to him,
An' when I sobers up a bit,
He goes an' has a swim.
He likes the rivers where I fish,
An' all the world is good;
He can do anything but talk,
An' he wouldn't if he could.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
Waterton River
Waterton River is located in Waterton Lakes National Park and is part of the South Saskatchewan River Basin. The highway basically followed the river abundant with wildlife and waterfalls.
Cameron Lake
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
Maligne Valley
Scenic views from Maligne Valley in Jasper National Park. The valley is on the way to Maligne Canyon.
Monday, January 16, 2017
Mountains Thrilling to the Stars
Nothing like getting a lift on a gondola that takes you up 6,850 feet to look across the mountain range, valley and Lake Louise. This is the most beautiful scenery in the entire Rocky Mountains in North America. The breathtaking peaks of the Canadian Rockies make the Colorado Rockies look like hills. The bonus is there is a restaurant on top and the burgers are cowboy size and delicious!
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