 | The human is capable of recognition of the world with its ingredients. Frost presents us with a poem in which everything is white and bright. The picture he gives us seems to be very peaceful.
Dinner was a little strange. I was sitting as a guest at the dinner table but somehow I felt very uncomfortable. I felt that everything was staged for me. I sensed that this family was not used to having guests.
The sun rose quickly and my images did not come out too impressive. Nevertheless, it was nice to sit on the boats roof by oneself and enjoy the quietness of the dawn in these calm waters of the Bay. |
