Ansel Adams, Winter Sunrise from Lone Pine, Sierra Nevada, 1944


"And I love to see the sun rise blood-crimson.
And I watch his spears through the dark clash
And it fills all my heart with rejoicing
And prys wide my mouth with fast music
When I see him so scorn and defy peace,
His lone might ’gainst all darkness opposing."

– Ezra Pound, from "Sestina: Altaforte"

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