January 31, 2010
January 25, 2010
..."silver light on the sea, the white glancing sunspangles on rivers and lakes, light on the myriad stars of the snow, light sifting through the angles of sun-beaten icebergs, light in glacier caves, irised spray wafting from white waterfalls, and the light of calm starry nights beheld from mountain-tops dipping deep into the clear air. Aye, my lassie, it is a blessed thing to go free in the light of this beautiful world"...
A snippet from a letter by John Muir written in 1887 to Janet Douglass Moores. Yes, it was spelled Douglass. The image was made on a Sunday morning in Silverdale, WA.