There are days you drink the atmosphere and quench your soul…this was one of those days. I invite you to tag along the trails of Northwest River Park.
Autumn has come to visit Tidewater. Breathe deeply, exhale slowly, and feel the beauty penetrate your being.
“Freedom is the open window through which pours the sunlight of the human spirit and human dignity.” –Herbert Hoover
“There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.” –Annie Dillard
“The earth has music for those who listen.” -George Santayana
“A lake is a landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is the earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.” Henry David Thoreau
“Silence. How long it lasted, I couldn’t tell. It might have been five seconds, it might have been a minute. Time wasn’t fixed. It wavered, stretched, shrank. Or was it me that wavered, stretched, and shrank in the silence? I was warped in the folds of time, like a reflection in a fun house mirror.” – Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
“Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” –Confucius
“A happy life must be to a great extent a quiet life, for it is only in an atmosphere of quiet that true joy dare live.” –Bertrand Russell
“A stream is music and motion: smooth glides, fast, turbulent rifles and seep pools, each posing a special challenge.” –Nelson Bryant
“Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.” –Winston Churchill
“Beauty is certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which easily slips in and permeates our souls.” – Plato, Lysis
Instead of the “wishing tree” I dub this the “fishing tree”…perhaps many wished as they fished and the lures are now mere ornaments of dreams.
“All truly great thoughts are conceived while walking.” –Friedrich Nietzsche (Check out the orbs in this one!)
“Woodpeckers use a rapid drumming on a resonate surface to advertise their territory like other birds sing.” –John Arvin
“The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.” –John Buchan