Photography by Rich Gigli
Cape May Lighthouse
Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same,
Year after year, through all the silent night
Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame,
Shines on that inextinguishable light.
The Lighthouse by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Photography by Rich Gigli
Dawn, Horton Brook, N.Y.
Listen to the Exhortation of the Dawn!
Look to this Day!
For it is Life, the very Life of Life.
In its brief course lie all the
Verities and Realities of your Existence.
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendor of Beauty;
For Yesterday is but a Dream,
And To-morrow is only a Vision;
But To-day well lived makes
Every Yesterday a Dream of Happiness,
And every Tomorrow a Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to this Day!
Such is the Salutation of the Dawn!
By Kalidasa 4th Century
Photography by Rich Gigli
Otego, N.Y.
| Autumn Song – by: Margaret Elizabeth Sangster (1838-1912) |
| Let’s go down the road together, you and I, Let’s go down the road together, Through the vivid autumn weather; Let’s go down the road together when the red leaves fly. Let’s go searching, searching after Joy and mirth and love and laughter– Let’s go down the road together, you and I. |
Photography by Rich Gigli
Mountian Brook
“I chatter, chatter, as I flow
To join the brimming river,
For men may come and men may go,
But I go on for ever.”
The Brook by Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)
Photography by Rich Gigli
Stone Arch Bridge, N.Y.
The Autumn by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them —
The summer flowers depart —
Sit still — as all transform’d to stone,
Except your musing heart.
Photography By Rich Gigli
A BOY'S BEST FRIEND
He is your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. You are his life, his love, his leader. He will be yours, faithful and true, to the last beat of his heart. You owe it to him to be worthy of such devotion.
Unknown Author
Photography by Rich Gigli
Morning Glory
Florence Earle Coats – [1850-1927]
Was it worth while to paint so fair
Thy every leaf – to vein with faultless art
Each petal, taking the boon light and air
Of summer so to heart?
To bring thy beauty unto perfect flower,
Then, like a passing fragrance or a smile,
Vanish away, beyond recovery’s power –
Was it, frail bloom, worth while?
Thy silence answers: “Life was mine!
And I, who pass without regret or grief,
Have cared the more to make my moment fine,
Because it was so brief.
“In its first radiance I have seen
The sun! – why tarry then till comes the night?
I go my way, content that I have been
Part of the morning light!”
Photography by Rich Gigli
Autumn's Golden Light
| By William Shakespeare (1609) | |
| That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see’st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the deathbed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourished by. This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long. |
Photographer by Rich Gigli
Praying Mantis
Did you ever wonder whether or not the Praying Mantis is an alien from outer-space like E.T.’s cousin? Have you noticed their similarities?
The praying mantis and E.T. both have long arms. They both have large eyes situated in the same angle near the top of the head. The shapes of their heads are in a pear-like form with a long neck, however, E.T. can shorten his neck, but praying mantis cannot. Oh well, maybe this is why the Praying Mantis is the official State of Connecticut insect.
Photography by Rich Gigli
Lake George, New York
Lake George, New York, nicknamed the Queen of American Lakes.
On May 31, 1791, Thomas Jefferson wrote in a letter to his daughter, “Lake George is without comparison, the most beautiful water I ever saw; formed by a contour of mountains into a basin… finely interspersed with islands, its water limpid as crystal, and the mountain sides covered with rich groves… down to the water-edge: here and there precipices of rock to checker the scene and save it from monotony.” – From Wikipedia