An Autumn Walk in Beauty

It is the beautiful fall foliage season with a little touch of Indian Summer (“a period of warm or mild weather in late autumn or early winter”).  We are traveling to photograph the Autumn (Fall) foliage season here on the East Coast for our JayJacyPhotography and Classy HDR Photography “Art on Canvas” series on the “Seasons.”  It is always for us “a walk in beauty” for the color, light and beauty of the season.  Grab your cameras friends and capture Autumn beauty while it lasts…it only visits us once per year!

____________
Photography: Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2017
All Rights Reserved – No Reblogs Please. Thank You

Advertisements

Sunset at the Marsh


~ ~ ~
I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
__William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

~ ~ ~

______________________________________
Photography: Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2017
All Rights Reserved – No Reblogs Please. Thank You

Love’s Not Times Fool

“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments; love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no, it is an ever-fixèd mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his heighth be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved.
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.”*

_____________________
* Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare
_______________
Photography: Copyright, JayJacy Photography ©2017 All Rights Reserve