Waterfall and stream at Sharon Woods

I had a very inspiring morning in my two classes this morning. In my poetry class, we were looking at some great poems, including this one written by Dylan Thomas, when his Father was seriously ill, and which I find really moving:

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Then in the Opera class we are beginning to listen to parts of Wagner's Die Meistersinger, which is being performed at Cincinnati Opera this summer in celebration of their 90th anniversary. It isn't performed very frequently in the States at any rate, as it is almost 5 hours in length!

After my classes I drove up to Oxford to Miami University to have a late lunch with Laura and take her a few things she needed. I got back to Cincinnati area late afternoon, and by this time the sun had finally reappeared after an absence of several days, so I went to Sharon Woods, where I took this shot of the stream with the waterfall in the distance.