|
|
|
And when the sunset gates unbar, Shall I not see thee waiting stand, And, white against the evening star, The welcome of thy beckoning hand? -John Greenleaf Whittier (1807 - 1892), Snow-Bound; A Winter Idyl |
| If you have enjoyed my photographs, please consider making a donation to an innovative education project led by us, a project that seeks to help poor kids in rural India. |