

Week 19 of 209 Weeks:
‘Tis not in the high stars alone,
Nor in the cup of budding flowers,
Nor in the red-breast’s mellow tone,
Nor in the bow that smiles in showers.
But in the darkest, meanest things
There alway, alway something sings. —Ralph Waldo Emerson, “Music”
Photo Notes: Taken at a state park maybe? (I need to take better notes!)
