A Certain Beauty
Every landscape that is dreary enough has a certain beauty to my eyes,
and in this instance its permanent qualities were enhanced by the weather.
Everything told by the sea, even when we did not see its waste or hear its
roar. For birds there were gulls, and for carts in the fields, boats turned
bottom up-ward against the houses, and sometimes the rib of a whale was
woven into the fence of the roadside. The trees were, if possible,
rarer than the houses.
source: Henry David Thoreau, Cape Cod
image: Bing images/winter seascapes