When day is done, and clouds are low,
And flowers are honey-dew,
And Hesper’s lamp begins to glow
Along the western blue;
And homeward wing the turtle-doves,
Then comes the hour the poet loves.
The Poet’s Hour
– George Croly
I saw the name “Sandy” in the comments section of a recent blog post and thought it was a different Sandy who comments frequently. Today I read the comment again, clicked on it, and was delighted that the link brought me here, where I have the privilege of seeing your amazing photos once again. You have such an amazing gift for photography. You inspire me!