|
|
|
The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water with their beauty gay; Here might the red-bird come his plumes to cool, And court the flower that cheapens his array. -Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), The Rhodora On Being Asked, Whence is The Flower? |
| 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. |