Extract from "Solitude" by Lord Byron

To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude, 'tis but to hold
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.


Date: 3/20/2011
Location:  +37° 37' 17.13", -112° 9' 34.17"
Focal Length: 70 mm
Exposure: 1/320 sec at f/18,  ISO200
Possunt quia posse videntur