And in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before,
and which shall never be seen again. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Easton loop

This might be the reason I ride my bicycle: without being stuck inside a noisy metal box and worrying about the destination, you start to see the countryside for what it is. No one tried to make art on a canvas the size of the sky, but it just happens.








No comments:

Post a Comment