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.
Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI have been so impressed by the sheer variety of your garden's bounty this year! And now, I'll celebrate the approach of autumn with you as well!
ReplyDeleteLOVELY images, Marilyn... and words! Autumn holds so much of its own special glory... it's happiness to see if unfold and experience it. :o) ((HUGS))
ReplyDeleteBeautiful photos, Marilyn. What a wonderful place to visit. And I love that quote!
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