walked down to the library on saturday. it was warm enough that i actually broke a sweat (this probably angers my seattle/vancouver readership. oh well). i remembered to bring my camera along and nurture my amateur photography skills. it took me twice as long to get to my destination. but it was good for my soul to look more closely at my surroundings.
GLORY be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
- Gerald Manley Hopkins