My Thunder Shower

How beautiful the skies of my thunder shower light up the colors of the skies and sound of power that enlarge the eyes and spirit!  We are spellbound by them!


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“THE LIGHTNING flashed, and lifted

The lids of heaven apart,
The fiery thunder rolled you
All night long through my heart.

From dreams of you at dawn
I rose to the window ledge:
The storm had passed away,
The lake lapped on the sedge.

The lyre of heaven trembled
Still with the thought of you,
The twilight on the waters,
And all my spirit, too.”
_ John Hall Wheelock
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Blue Lake Sunrise

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THE sylvan slopes with corn-clad fields
Are hung, as if with golden shields,
Bright trophies of the sun!
Like a fair sister of the sky,
Unruffled doth the blue lake lie,
The mountains looking on.

And, sooth to say, yon vocal grove,
Albeit uninspired by love,
By love untaught to ring,
May well afford to mortal ear
An impulse more profoundly dear
Than music of the Spring.

For ‘that’ from turbulence and heat
Proceeds, from some uneasy seat
In nature’s struggling frame,
Some region of impatient life:
And jealousy, and quivering strife,
Therein a portion claim.

This, this is holy;–while I hear
These vespers of another year,
This hymn of thanks and praise,
My spirit seems to mount above
The anxieties of human love,
And earth’s precarious days.

But list!–though winter storms be nigh,
Unchecked is that soft harmony:
There lives Who can provide
For all his creatures; and in Him,
Even like the radiant Seraphim,
These choristers confide.
_WilliamWordsworth
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Secret Lake Dreams

A beautiful Autumn day at the lake with dreams of picturesque scenes of capturing new images soon of winter snow in white bliss, winter-blue skies and awesome sunsets.  Each season we return to Secret Lake as it presents itself arrayed in nature’s finest.  One only needs to be here to fulfil ones photographic dreams in color and light.

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“Into a gradual calm the breezes sink, A blue rim borders all the lake’s still brink;
There doth the twinkling aspen’s foliage sleep,  And insects clothe, like dust, the glassy deep:
And now, on every side, the surface breaks Into blue spots, and slowly lengthening streaks;
Here, plots of sparkling water tremble bright, With thousand thousand twinkling points of light…”
_W.Wordsworth

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