Nature’s first green is gold
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day,
Nothing gold can stay.
(pictures from our bike ride in the Bosque; poem by Robert Frost) |
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Nothing Gold Can Stay
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Oh. My. Chelsey, you are AMAZING with a camera! I wish I had your eye (and your camera, ha ha). You've just captured your kids perfectly. The girls are gorgeous, and Paul is so handsome! You must teach me your ways, O Master of the camera...
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