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.
~Robert Frost

I’m really not sure why this picture reminds me of this poem, perhaps I see the gold in the black and white; somewhere in my memory.

Still, what is even more intriguing is that this is an Ansel Adams photograph. Taken in 1935 in Glacier National Park in Montana, it pleases me to know that Mr. Adams didn’t always have his camera pointing toward the sky. Beauty is everywhere, even underfoot.

Photo Credit: The U.S. National Archives