Tag Archives: beauty

Doors of Perception

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, Infinite. For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro’ narrow chinks in his cavern

William  Blake

Matthaei Gardens, Michigan

Come, Gentle Night, Loving Night

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,
Give me my Romeo. And when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Happy Valentine’s Day from W. Shakespeare, Romeo & Juliet

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

 

I Hear It in the Deep Heart’s Core

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

William B. Yeats, Lake Isle of Innisfree

On this February day, my thoughts drift to summer memories.

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Looking Ahead to Magic

And who shall say–whatever disenchantment follows–that we ever forget magic; or that we can ever betray, on this leaden earth, the apple-tree, the singing, and the gold?

Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel

Anticipating Spring on a winter’s day.

Matthaei Gardens, Michigan

Continual Awakening

For me, a landscape does not exist in its own right, since its appearance changes at every moment; but the surrounding atmosphere brings it to life – the light and the air which vary continually. For me, it is only the surrounding atmosphere which gives subjects their true value.

Claude Monet

near Ann Arbor, Michigan

That Mildly Intoxicating Feeling of Beauty

The enjoyment of beauty has a peculiar, mildly intoxicating quality of feeling. Beauty has no obvious use; nor is there any clear cultural necessity for it. Yet civilization could not do without it.
–Sigmund Freud

So, as winter sets in and the trees rest in their dormant shade of gray, memories of summers past and summers to come beguile the time.