This one is called
“A Matter of Life and Death”

This one is called “A Matter of Life and Death.” . . I first discovered this location several years ago on the road home from Erin, TN (where I had spent the weekend at a Civil War re-enactment). . . I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. –– William Wordsworth . . . . . . . 2011 paul@cohesionarts.com

I first discovered this location several years ago on the road home from Erin, TN (where I had spent the weekend at a Civil War re-enactment).

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

–– William Wordsworth