Nina Joan

Tag: travel

|beside the lake, beneath the trees|

| beside the lake, beneath the trees |

~ William Wordsworth

| 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

| in search of undiscovered skies |



| 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

the wings of angels


| the wings of angels are often found on the backs of the least likely people| ~ Eric Honeycutt

| 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


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

~ Dorothea Mackellar

(Excerpt From the Poem – Colour)

| the ocean is a mighty harmonist |

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| the ocean is a mighty harmonist |

~ William Wordsworth

| start where you are | 

| start where you are. distant fields always look greener, but opportunity lies right where you are. take advantage of every opportunity of service |

 ~ Robert J. Collier

| great things are done when men and mountains meet |

 | great things are done when men and mountains meet |

~ William Blake

| all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us |

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| all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us |

J. R. R. Tolkien

|I am glad to be alive in you |


| ‘Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.’ |

 L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables


long live the weeds and the wildness yet

| 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

twilight – a time of pause when nature changes her guard

Twilight – a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.

Howard Thurman

o, sunlight! the most precious gold to be found on earth


O, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth

~Roman Payne

so throw off the bowlines. sail away from the safe harbor.


Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.

So throw off the bowlines.

Sail away from the safe harbor.

Catch the trade winds in your sails.




~ Mark Twain

| nature’s symphony |


I wandered by the lake one afternoon, amongst the tall trees and lush, green grass. The air was cool. A soft breeze drifted past my cheek and gently touched my hair. Through the moment I observed such peace and serenity that I lingered there for a while to watch, listen, and feel the beauty of the surrounding land. Almost at once everything seemed to pause in anticipation. Nature was preparing for a grand crescendo of glory. Nature’s symphony first movement began with lively songs of birds echoing across the water, the tall gum trees swayed along with the gentle breeze. The sunlight played with daring colours over the canvas of the sky. As the second movement began the breeze settled gently and made the water clear as glass. Clouds danced their waltz in pastel colours upon the mirror of sky and water. The third movement belonged to the birds. Gracefully, they gave their solos, gliding upon the reflections of the sky. All the while this played on; shadows began to grow amongst the trees, telling of the coming dusk. Yet, nature’s symphony had one final movement to play. And with a final triumphant display of light and glory, the sun shone radiantly with all of its beauty and strength. The last light sparkled and flickered through the gum tree’s leaves as the sun was pulled behind the mountains. Nature’s symphony had concluded and gave itself over to the dusk. The symphony of nature was a symphony of beauty.

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 Nina Joan

nature’s heart beats strong amid the hills


| nature’s heart beats strong amid the hills |

~ Richard Monckton Milnes

the earth has music for those who listen


‘The earth has music for those who listen.’

~ George Santayana

every leaf speaks bliss to me



Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.


~ Fall, leaves, fall’ by Emily Brontë

the future


‘The best thing about the future is that it comes one day at a time.’

~ Abraham Lincoln

rest is not idleness


Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching th clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time.
~ John Lubbock

dancing in the light of dusk


The light faded upon Mother’s day, she delighted and danced in the light of dusk. It was glorious. Indeed it was.

~ Nina Joan

love, and do what you like


‘Love, and do what you like’

~Saint Augustine

 It is capturing and remembering moments like these I absolutely love. There is peace all around as the day begins to dawn. Birds begin to sing and tell the world to awaken. A breeze glides through the grass around me, as I watch the sunlight break over the mountains. The light ignites the grass as if it were on fire, then the fields dances like flames in the sunlight.

After taking this photo, I paused and captured the almost indescribable beauty before me and wrote the memory upon my heart, soul and mind.

Nina Joan

the woods are lovely, dark, and deep



The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

~ Robert Frost
From ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’

dost thou love life?


‘Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that’s the stuff life is made of.’

~ Benjamin Franklin

write it on your heart


‘Write it on your heart that ever day is the best day in the year’

~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

I hear the lake…


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 gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

From  ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’

~ William Butler Yeats

here is a little forest, whose leaf is ever green…


Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;

Excerpt from ‘There is Another Sky’ by Emily Dickinson

autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower…

Through the Autumn Leaves

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.”
~ Albert Camus

the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown


“… the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown …”

~ John Keats

I may not have gone where I intended to go….


 “I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.”

~ Douglas Adams

nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced…


“Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.”

~ John Keats

a drop in the ocean



“We know only too well that what we are doing is nothing more than a drop in the ocean. But if the drop were not there, the ocean would be missing something.”

~ Mother Teresa


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