in Thoreau’s Journal:
That delicate, waving, feathery dry grass which I saw yesterday is to be remembered with the autumn.
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
in Thoreau’s Journal:
That delicate, waving, feathery dry grass which I saw yesterday is to be remembered with the autumn.
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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