Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay. — Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost

Pardon the non-blogging for the day; I am at my friend’s house having fun. I took the following pictures as the sun was low in the sky this afternoon. The light of the setting sun provides me with that warm tone I like in a lot of my photos.

I can only concentrate on things politic for so long before things take their toll on me. Like the day itself, I too need a rest.

Good night, everyone.