Monday, September 19, 2016

An Evening Walk to the Harbor


“The seasons have their fragrance.  In summer there is a small of greenness, of heat, and grass and surface dust; in autumn the fragrance is one of cold dews and ripeness, of fallen leaves and the tang and ferment of leaves, of a world smouldering and withering away in the year's invisible fires.”
- Henry Beston, Northern Farm



















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