“At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell,
the ripe earth; in a smell that is in no way inferior to the
smell of the sea,
bitter where it
borders on taste, and more
honeysweet where you feel it touching the
first sounds.
Containing depth within itself, darkness,
something of the grave almost.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne
Photos taken at Lan Su Chinese Gardens,
the end of lotus season and the approaching of autumn.
something of the grave almost.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters on Cézanne
Photos taken at Lan Su Chinese Gardens,
the end of lotus season and the approaching of autumn.
