Hello World,
Lake Junaluska in fall...
In honor of fall, I have decided to post my favorite Robert Frost poem, Nothing Gold Can Stay, which captures the essence of the season I think…Written in 1923, this poem was published in the Yale Review in October of that same year, according to Wikipedia. This poem was included in Frost’s collection of poems, New Hampshire, garnering him the 1924 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry…
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Any thoughts?
Think of dogs and most mammals, other than priamtes, who cannot see color at all, and the beauty of black and white movies & photos; of the quakers who wear gray. With a sensitivity to the beauty of the sky and one’s inner/God’s light, to the shapes of trees, buildings, bodies, and hills; and to expressions, one could manage without color. A lovely monochromatic photo of three cream-colored gourd-pumpkins on an earth tone plate started me thinking how monochromatic scenes can also be lovely.
That is true, but I much prefer to take in the beauty of different colors…particularly in the fall season…When I visited Lake Junaluska, I was overcome with how beautiful fall can be..