Glory be to God for dappled things—
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced—fold, fallow, and plough;
And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
Gerard Manley Hopkins (1844-1889)
Hopkins’ observations of “dappled things” are particularly appropriate at this time of year, when nature dazzles us with colorful beauty. It is a time to be amazed and to give thanks. This week’s images are from a recent trip to the western part of Maine. May you also find images in your own life to inspire, amaze, and appreciate.
My favorite image of the trip. I love birches, especially with the colors of fall. This is the #100 weekly post since I started sharing these images and reflections almost two years ago. Whether you are an occasional or regular viewer, I hope you find a bit of peace and beauty here.