I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; yet know I how the heather looks, and what a wave must be. I never spoke with God, nor visited in Heaven; yet certain am I of the spot, as if a chart were given. Emily Dickinson
“What is a scientist after all? It is a curious man looking through a keyhole, the keyhole of nature, trying to know what’s going on.” – Jacques Cousteau
You do hang out in the most fascinating places, girl! Carry on…
P.S. — “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupery
i swear, this is my favourite time of the day! when you post new pics!!! this one is fantastic!!! i love the peeping view!
Was the shot through a window? a fence? You do excellent work. Like the pitcher in the sun too.
Looks strange . Nice quote.
Michel
Facinating view of an ancient graveyard. Do you like cemeteries? I love to wander and read the epitaphs, especially the old ones. Where did you find this one?
This shot was taken through a hole in a cement fountain ( ? not sure what it was really, there was no water in it, but it looked like it might house holy water) of sorts. This was taken in Boston at Copp’s Hill close to the freedom trail. Most of the headstones were from the 1600 – 1800′s. I will post more that I took there later It was a most fascinating place!
What an AWESOME capture! And, a fitting poem from a poet who truly understood the significance in comparing this side of life…and the other.
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“What is a scientist after all?
It is a curious man looking through a keyhole,
the keyhole of nature,
trying to know what’s going on.”
– Jacques Cousteau
You do hang out in the most fascinating places, girl!
Carry on… 
P.S. — “It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.” — Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Was the shot through a window? a fence? You do excellent work. Like the pitcher in the sun too.
Looks strange . Nice quote.
Michel
Facinating view of an ancient graveyard. Do you like cemeteries? I love to wander and read the epitaphs, especially the old ones. Where did you find this one?
This shot was taken through a hole in a cement fountain ( ? not sure what it was really, there was no water in it, but it looked like it might house holy water) of sorts. This was taken in Boston at Copp’s Hill close to the freedom trail. Most of the headstones were from the 1600 – 1800′s. I will post more that I took there later
It was a most fascinating place!
What an AWESOME capture! And, a fitting poem from a poet who truly understood the significance in comparing this side of life…and the other.