A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.
Usually I don't particularly care for pictures without people in them, though occasionally I do, when they're really lovely. And since I've been here in this BEAUTIFUL place, I've taken lots of pictures that I just love. It's gorgeous here. These small pictures don't do them justice--I really should have made them big. But I was too lazy to go through the extra steps. So you'll have to click on them to see them full sized--do it, it's worth it. And, here are some random lit quotes that I like, just for fun, to go with them.
The whole earth was brimming sunshine that morning. She tripped along, the clear sky pouring liquid blue into her soul.
In the rotation of crops there was a recognised season for wild oats; but they were not to be sown more than once.
Edith Wharton, The Age of Innocence
And through the dewy meadow's breast, fringed with shade, but touched on one side with the sun-smile, ran the crystal water, curving in its brightness like diverted hope.
R. D. Blackmore, Lorna Doone
"Ah! the strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analysed, women . . . merely adored."
Oscar Wilde, An Ideal Husband
Being that rare sort of old girl that she receives Good to her arms without a hint that it might be Better and catches light from any little spot of darkness near her.
No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato.
"Then must you strive to be worthy of her love. Be brave and pure, fearless to the strong and humble to the weak; and so, whether this love prosper or no, you will have fitted yourself to be honored by a maiden's love, which is, in sooth, the highest guerdon which a true knight can hope for."
So, she leaning on her husband's arm, they turned homeward by a rosy path which the gracious sun struck out for them in its setting. And O there are days in this life, worth life and worth death. And O what a bright old song it is, that O 'tis love, 'tis love, 'tis love that makes the world go round!
Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.
It was such a spring day as breathes into a man an ineffable yearning, a painful sweetness, a longing that makes him stand motionless, looking at the leaves or grass, and fling out his arms to embrace he knows not what.
Opening her eyes again, and seeing her husband's face across the table, she leaned forward to give it a pat on the cheek, and sat down to supper, declaring it to be the best face in the world.
" . . . Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy."
"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will . . ."
There is something strangely winning to most women in that offer of the firm arm; the help is not wanted physically at that moment, but the sense of help, the presence of strength that is outside them and yet theirs, meets a continual want of the imagination.
A fine horse or a beautiful woman, I cannot look at them unmoved, even now when seventy winters have chilled my blood.
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Crime of The Brigadier
And though home is a name, a word, it is a strong one; stronger than magician ever spoke, or spirit answered to, in strongest conjuration.
Charles Dickens, Martin Chuzzlewit
That quiet mutual gaze of a trusting husband and wife is like the first moment of rest or refuge from a great weariness or a great danger--not to be interfered with by speech or action which would distract the sensations from the fresh enjoyment of repose.
My spirits were elevated by the enchanting appearance of nature; the past was blotted from my memory, the present was tranquil, and the future gilded by bright rays of hope and anticipations of joy.
9 comments:
Gorgeous. Ohhhh, making me a little homesick gorgeous. Thanks for the pics, Kayli. They make my heart happy.
Beautiful pics! Can we come live with your family for a month or two? It looks very dreamy.
oh my gosh. Kayli, those are gorgeous. Thank you for sharing with all of us!
Beautiful!!!
You are awesome.
I was just down there in that lovely valley for two weeks, and tried to capture with my little old camera the same feelings you just evoked here. Alas, I am just not that talented!
Beautiful work Kayli!
very inspiring, thanks for sharing!!
hey there! i just linked to you from kelly mccaleb's blog comments. really nice work! love the combo of stunning photography & literary quotes. right up my alley! really nice.
and maybe you can answer a question for me - how DO you get your photos to post large (like the 1st one) on blogger? i haven't figured that out but would really like to. if you could just leave an answer here in your comments, i'll check back for it. thanks!
ps - i just realized these are cache valley. i have lots of ancestors that helped settle cache valley! thanks for the lovely photos of an ancestral place.
To post larger pictures, you have to size it to exactly what you want (in a photo editing program), then upload it to some online storage, such as photobucket or snapfish. Then the picture should have it's own http: address. Copy the address. When you open the window to add a photo, don't use the left-side of the box, where you select a file from your computer. instead, on the right hand side of the box, you can paste in the address. It should turn out big!
thanks for the tutorial! i always wondered about that. but you're right, it's a lot of extra effort! still, i think i'll use it once in a while for some big impact.
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