Monday, October 17, 2011

Autumn Leaves.

"But while we are confined to books, though the most select and classic, and read only particular written languages, which are themselves but dialects and provincial, we are in danger of forgetting the language which all things and events speak without metaphor, which alone is copious and standard. [In that language] much is published, but little printed."
Henry David Thoreau


There's no stressful day that can't be solved by leaves, mountains, canyons, sweaters [especially when they have North and South America on them], cats [more specifically, Leo], wonderful friends and a camera.

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