I awoke with the words of Wordsworth in my head. That doesn’t normally happen to me. Must have something to do with the lovely way I spent my weekend. Must also be connected to the sad fact of returning to reality.
A few hours northeast of Phoenix is what’s known as the High Country or the Mogollon Rim (pronounced muggy own). Here are a few photographic attempts at capturing the stunning art that is the natural world.
The lines of Wordsworth’s poem accompany the photos. Granted his poem is about the sea, but the sentiment, “the world is too much with us” fits the reason behind why I go to the mountain, why I seek out the natural world, why I feel whole after a walk among growing things. Think of his words as background music.