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It's no wonder that windows in our trip to England and Scotland grabbed my attention.
This first window and pitcher in Grasmere near William Wordsworth's home begged to be photographed. There's a novel here, or, more fittingly, a poem.
You don't have to be in England or Scotland long before you understand how the landscape imbues the work of their artists and writers. Impossibly green. It was a cold, misty day in the Lake district, and absolutely wonderful. Clouds obscured the tops of the mountains, but not the spirit of a poet who is one of the founders of the Romantic movement. No wonder.
| Dove Cottage, where Wordsworth wrote |
| Susan photographing at the rear of the cottage |
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| Looking out at Wordsworth's garden |
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| Wordsworth's graves at St. Oswald's, Grasmere |
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| Stained glass inside the church, with ropes to ring the bell |



