I wondered lonely as a cloud

My job can be incredibly dull, most of the time. However, today was one of those days that made it all worth while. On one of the first days of proper summer, I got to spend the day in a park with the sun on my face, looking up at the clouds with the smell of grass all around me. The students were learning stuff about bugs, and I was wondering around in the nature taking photographs. Generally photos of flowers can be a bit dull, in my opinion, however when you are the one shooting them they make you feel like a real photographer - and it's just because your subjects are so perfect.

My models were blossom, magnolia and daffodils, the sky, the water, the earth, the grass. The way light comes through the trees, the reflections on the surface of a stream, shadow and symmetry, translucence and solidity. No wonder nature was such a muse for the Romantics

I Wondered Lonely as a Cloud - William 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.