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Cottonwood tree, Boulder Creek Trail, Boulder, CO |
Okay, one more Boulder, Colorado, photograph, another picture of a cottonwood tree. I love the interplay of shadow and light. This cottonwood has only been lightly touched by autumn, its leaves rustling softly in the chilly breeze. Many of its arms seem to stretch, to be reaching out to sunlight and sky. This is a scene that suggests serenity, nourishing faith and hope in the soul, and provides a feeling of belonging in the family of things, and a sense of great satisfaction that I can revisit whenever I am in need of spiritual renewal:
"While here I stand, not only with the sense | |
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts | |
That in this moment there is life and food | |
For future years."
(William Wordsworth, Lines Written a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey) |
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