..."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.
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