Edinburgh’s Golden Hour



“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,ย 1805, Sir Walter Scott

Linked to Thursday Specialย and Scenic Weekend.

11 thoughts on “Edinburgh’s Golden Hour

  1. 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!


    1. ๐Ÿ™‚ Professional photographers say that at sunset we should point east to capture the glorious sun reflected ๐Ÿ™‚ Give it a try hon ๐Ÿ™‚


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