November 11, 1853

in Thoreau’s Journal:

That delicate, waving, feathery dry grass which I saw yesterday is to be remembered with the autumn.

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The dry grasses are not dead for me. A beautiful form has as much life at one season as at another.

Photo:  November 10, 2016

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