Yet my heart loves December’s smile as much as July’s golden beam; then let us sit and watch the while the blue ice curdling on the stream.
Photo by Matthias Groeneveld
Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn.
Photo by PublicDomainPictures
All our talents increase in the using, and every faculty, both good and bad, strengthen by exercise.
Photo by Gert Altmann
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Portrait Emily Brontë by her brother Patrick Branwell Brontë.
Door Peter
Mensenmens, zoon, echtgenoot, vader, opa.
Spiritueel, echter niet religieus.
Ik hou van golf, wandelen, lezen en de natuur in veel opzichten.
Onderzoeker, nieuwsgierig, geen fan van de mainstream media (MSM).
