The earth has many keys.
Where melody is not
Is the unknown peninsula.
Beauty is nature's fact.

But witness for her land,
And witness for her sea,
The cricket is her utmost
Of elegy to me.

(Emily Dickinson)



Let one of the greatest poets of ever talk for me - for words are few, and I'm not as good as she, at using them.
There are not lots of evident things for us - sons of the past century - and chaotic multiplicity seems more real than unity; it is hard to know if this is true, or not; in fact - truth looks that far, to us.
But one thing - for sure - is left.
Just look at the immense work of art - all around.
I just wanted to tell you this, hoping nobody of you will ever be blind to the graceful lines of things.
Beauty is nature's fact.

And thanks to all the photographers who can still make the voice of beauty come out.