Nina Joan

Tag: nature

|beside the lake, beneath the trees|

| beside the lake, beneath the trees |

~ William Wordsworth

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| sunsets & silhouettes|


Lake Samsonvale, Queensland

| wilderness and wet |


| What would the world be, once bereft 

Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,

O let them be left, wildness and wet,

Long live the weeds and the wildness yet |

~Gerard Manley Hopkins, Inversnaid

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| along the condamine river |

| then followed that beautiful season… summer…|


Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….

Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape

Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

| somewhere  | 


| half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness |

 ~Ray Bradbury

| by the banks of the river | 


| by the banks of the river, Condamine |

Warrick, Queensland 

| the road less travelled | 


Stanthorpe, Queensland

| the harbour | 


| a ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for | 

~ William G.T. Shedd

| jacaranda season |

| splendour of ended day |


| splendour of ended day | ~ Walt Whitman 

| that freedom bold |


| how does the meadow flower its bloom unfold? because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold | 

~William Wordsworth 

| here is the world | 


| here is the world. beautiful and terrible things will happen. don’t be afraid|

~Frederick Buechner

| every flower | 

| ‘Tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes! |

~William Wordsworth 

| beautiful places | 


| all gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so |

– Joseph Joubert

| to autumn | 


| season of mists and mellow fruitfulness | 

To Autumn by John Keats 

| sometimes things must fade | 


| do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again | ~ unknown 

| find the beautiful |


| though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not |

 ~Ralph Waldo Emerson 

| beauty in the sky | 

| these are the hues of the land  I love | 

  

| these are the hues of the land that I love |

 ~ Dorothea Mackellar

| to watch a sunset | 

  
It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream

~ Bern Williams

| beautiful things | 

  
| every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It is enough to drive one mad | 

~ Claude Monet 

| flowers |

  

| flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world | ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

| things that matter | 

  
| Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter |

 ~ Martin Luther King Jnr

| twilight |

  

| Twilight drops her curtain down, and pins it with a star |

~  Lucy Maud Montgomery

| breathe a prayer |

  

To one who has been long in city pent,

‘Tis very sweet to look into the fair

And open face of heaven, – to breathe a prayer

Full in the smile of the blue firmament.

John Keats ~ Sonnet XIV

| and the new sun rose bringing the new year | 


 | and the new sun rose bringing the new year | 

Tennyson 

| those who will risk | 

  
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

~T. S. Eliot

| in search of undiscovered skies |

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| in search of undiscovered skies |

~ Henry Kendall

| the road goes ever on and on |

  
| The Road goes ever on and on,

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can |

~ J. R. R. Tolkien

| when words become unclear |

  
| when words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence |

~ Ansel Adams

| nature is the art of God|

  
| nature is the art of God| Dante Alghieri

|thoughts come clearly when one walks |

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|thoughts come clearly when one walks |

~ Thomas Mann

o colour of the world

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O, Colour of the world, but I can find you, most tender, pure and clear.

~ Dorothea Mackellar

(Excerpt From the Poem – Colour)

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