“The hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands;
They melt into mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go.”
Alfred Tennyson’s “In memoriam A.H.H.” 1849
Rolling Earth
Canvas & Rock
“The hills are shadows, and they flow
From form to form, and nothing stands;
They melt into mist, the solid lands,
Like clouds they shape themselves and go.”
Alfred Tennyson’s “In memoriam A.H.H.” 1849