“Breathes there a man, with soul so dead,
Who never to himself has said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there be, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair reknown,
And doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust, from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonoured and unsung.”-from The Lay of the Last Minstrel, 1805, Sir Walter Scott
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Great photo. 😀
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Love the photo really beautiful and love the accompaning poem too, just so right!
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Magnificent image! Great composition and perfect lighting.
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Deb, did Sir Walter Scott use to live behind one of these doors? This picture is anything but common – I like the reflected sun, the infinite pattern of windows and the angle. Bravo!
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Hi Paula. No I do to think so. But a friend of mine does! It is a beautiful building and lucky me gets to visit 🙂
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Nice! A take I have never seen on the golden hour – the focus is usually on the sun.
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🙂 Professional photographers say that at sunset we should point east to capture the glorious sun reflected 🙂 Give it a try hon 🙂
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Thank you! Compass to the ready! 🙂
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I will Paula. Thanks for the tip 🙂
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Fantastic photo!
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