slow rainbow


Frerard Aesthetic // Colors of the Rainbow

Must time and tide forever run? Will never my winds go sleep in the west?
Will never my wheels which whirl the sun
And sattelites have rest?

Too much of doing and doffing,
Too slow the rainbow fades […]

No ray is dimmed, no atom worn,
My oldest force is good as new,
And the fresh rose on yonder thorn
Gives back the bending heavens in dew.

Song of Nature, Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Watch on

Skógafoss waterfall with a rainbow in the mist. You really didn’t think I’d pass up the chance to share this, did you?