It doesnt get better than this.













Ansel Adams










This then is life,
Here is what has come to the surface after so many throes and convulsions

How curious! How real!
Underfoot the divine soil, overhead the sun.


Each is not for its own sake,
I say the whole earth and all the stars in the sky are for religion's sake.

I say no man has ever yet been half devout enough,
None has ever yet adored or worship'd half enough,
None has begun to think how divine he himself is, and how certain the future is.


Was somebody asking to see the soul?
See, your own shape and countenance, persons, substances, beasts, the trees,
the running riviers, the rocks and sands,
All hold spiritual joys and afterwards loosen them;
How can the real body ever die and be buried?


A world primal again, vistas of glory incessant and branching...
You oceans that have been calm within me! How I feel you fathomless, stirring,
preparing unprecedented waves and storms...
Hear the loud echoes of my songs...




WALT WHITMAN
Starting from Paumanok