Photography by Rich Gigli
Cadillac Mountain, Acadia National Park, Maine.
Cadillac Mountain, Acadia National Park, at 1,530 feet, is the tallest mountain on Mount Desert Island and the highest point along the North Atlantic seaboard and the first place in America to see the sunrise.
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Prince Edward Island, Canada
Only the wandering mists of the sea
Shall companion me;
Only the wind in its quest
Shall come where I lie,
Or the rain from the brooding sky
With furtive footstep shall pass me by,
And never a dream of the earth
Shall break on my slumber with lure of an out-lived mirth.
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Great Falls, Paterson, NJ
William Carlos Williams
“Rigor of beauty is the quest. But how will you find beauty when it is locked in the mind past all remonstrance?”
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New Age
Some people believe according to the ancient Mayan calendar that 2012 will be the dawn of a new age. One of many interpretations of this year, marks the start of time in which earth and its inhabitants may undergo a spiritual transformation.
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Country Road
“Over the River and through the Woods” by Lydia Maria Child 1844
Over the river, and through the wood,
To Grandfather’s house we go;
The horse knows the way to carry the sleigh
through the white and drifted snow.
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Lincoln Memorial, Washington, D.C.
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
Gettysburg, Pennsylvania Nov. 19, 1863-
Pres. Abraham Lincoln
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Reflections
“The mirror is thoroughly ego-less and mindless. If a flower comes it reflects a flower, if a bird comes it reflects a bird. It shows a beautiful object as beautiful, an ugly object as ugly. Everything is revealed as it is. There is no decrementing mind or self-consciousness on the part of the mirror.” By Zenkei Shibayma -1967
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Happy Thanksgiving
Wanted D.O.L.
Be on the lookout for a Thanksgiving Day turkey that has escaped authorities and is on the run. The large white bird is considered armed and dangerous.
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Autumn Fog
Excerpt from Autumn Days- By Will Carelton 1845-1912
Yellow, mellow, ripened days,
Sheltered in a golden coating;
O’er the dreamy, listless haze,
White and dainty cloud-lets floating;
Winking at the blushing trees,
And the somber, furrowed fallow;
Smiling at the airy ease,
Of the southward flying swallow
Sweet and smiling are thy ways,
Beauteous, golden Autumn days.
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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