Arrived home last night...just in time to capture the end of the 'tranquil hour'
“When the day changed ………….. … Settled to rest, and for a tranquil hour The lengthening bluish shadows on the snow …………..Flooded the earth with beauty and with peace.” Quotes from the Poem: The Winter Sceneby Bliss Carman
We had a magestic vistor in our cove on Long Pond this AM... (sorry we could not get a close up shot)
The Eagle(by James Gates Percival) Bird of the broad and sweeping wing Thy home is high in heaven, Where wide the storms their banners fling, And the tempest clouds are driven. Thy throne is on the mountain top; Thy fields---the boundless air; And hoary peaks that proudly prop The skies, thy dwellings are.
This is how I imagine him this AM...circling our cove, looking for his breakfast