Pleasure in the Pathless Woods

I love not man the less, but Nature more,

Pathless-Woods

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.

from Childe Harold, Canto iv, Verse 178
by Lord Byron

 


Image was taken this morning in the forest near Pymatuning lake.

The Almighty Dollar

Featured Image:  Mammon, by George Frederick Watts

Real money provides a modicum of comfort in a materialist society, if one is good with its management, and otherwise:

“…money is a commodity to be bought or not to be bought, a luxury in which we may either indulge or stint ourselves, like any other. And there are many luxuries that we may legitimately prefer to it, such as a grateful conscience, a country life, or the woman of our inclination.”  Robert Louis Stevenson

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Also, whoever said comfort is the ultimate goal?

Featured Image:  Mammon, by George Frederick Watts

George Hicks, Happy Mother, 1886

George Hicks was from a wealthy family, trained as a doctor but took up painting instead. He was a first rate genre painter and, late in his career, a portraitist. Hicks was successful, married, had eight kids, lived a good life. He died in 1914 at age 90.

Source: Woodpile Report

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