Nothing in particular

It was after a long time that i found myself wandering again on the stone ramparts keeping the sea at bay from human habitation. Though what exactly do they protect is a nice thought: the sea from the humans or humans from the sea? So just out of habit i clicked a few pictures. Here they are ( April Fool's day, 2010):

If i were to name this photograph, it would be: The solitary tree... not that it is solitary by any means, there are a number of other trees planted some distance apart, but there is something about the tree that screams lonliness to me. On this thought I would like to share this poem of Wordsworth:

I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

And here is another picture of the marine drive: 

Be Well!