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Seeking Beauty<\/p>\n
Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour\u00a0<\/em> To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass,\u00a0<\/em> The banks are stormed by Speedwell, that blue flower\u00a0<\/em> The old Oak tree looks now so green and young,\u00a0<\/em> As long as I love Beauty I am young,\u00a0<\/em> -William Henry Davies<\/p>\n I was thinking this morning about how easy it is to find beauty in early autumn and how much harder it is now. But perhaps the challenge makes it all the more worthwhile to keep looking. I had been out in my yard photographing raindrops on things when I noticed my hydrangea, while fading, was still blooming away. I added a couple of textures and some French script to give it a little more interest and came up with an image I just love. Who says you can’t do flower photography in December.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Seeking Beauty Cold winds can never freeze, nor thunder sour\u00a0 The cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me\u00a0 Out of those Azure heavens and this green earth —\u00a0 I drink and drink, and thirst the more I see. To see the dewdrops thrill the blades of grass,\u00a0 Makes my whole body shake; for here’s … Continue reading Day 82 – Hydrangea<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29,8,16,6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1173","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-autumn","category-flora","category-macrocloseup","category-nature"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1173","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1173"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1173\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1175,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1173\/revisions\/1175"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1173"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1173"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/jeannehoadley.com\/Photo15\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1173"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe cup of cheer that Beauty draws for me\u00a0<\/em>
\nOut of those Azure heavens and this green earth —\u00a0<\/em>
\nI drink and drink, and thirst the more I see.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nMakes my whole body shake; for here’s my choice\u00a0<\/em>
\nOf either sun or shade, and both are green —\u00a0<\/em>
\nA Chaffinch laughs in his melodious voice.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nSo like a little heaven with one star out;\u00a0<\/em>
\nI see an amber lake of buttercups,\u00a0<\/em>
\nAnd Hawthorn foams the hedges round about.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nThat even swallows perch awhile and sing:\u00a0<\/em>
\nThis is that time of year, so sweet and warm,\u00a0<\/em>
\nWhen bats wait not for stars ere they take wing.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nAm young or old as I love more or less;\u00a0<\/em>
\nWhen Beauty is not heeded or seems stale,\u00a0<\/em>
\nMy life’s a cheat, let Death end my distress.<\/em><\/p>\n