Today's beauty:
Some humble moth that scorned the candle's flame
And dared to set the far-off moon its goal,
Has left to me the lure of moonlit skies
And all the futile yearning of its soul.
-Constance Woodrow
Ay, but shows the South-West a ripple-feathered bosom
Blown to silver while the clouds are shaken and ascend
Scaling the mid-heavens as they stream, there comes a sunset
Rich, deep like love in beauty without end.
-George Meredith
I am by no means a photographer, but these things are beautiful to me. :)