Monday, 25 August 2014

High (Winter)

Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven
That seemed as though ice burned and was but the more ice,

High UK 2014

And thereupon imagination and heart were driven

So wild that every casual thought of that and this
Vanished, and left but memories. -The Cold Heaven by Yeats

I love this time when our seasons cross with the Northern hemisphere, here a cold and wild day, the last of Winter, one could easily slip into any of the High UK clothes. I like the philosophy and poetry of the images.