Waiting For A Good Shot

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I don’t know if this intrepid photographer got what he wanted.This was Tuesday afternoon, a few hours before the fog turned pink (see Catherine’s post below). The combination of dense fog and sun certainly created a highly evocative, warm and mysterious atmosphere along the Boulevard.

On Growing Old

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From ULYSSES, by Alfred Lord Tennyson.

Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,–
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.