The scrapblog editor's favorite photo so far

The scrapblog editor loves this photo of Uncle Ed on a sandstone cliff top overlooking the Zumbro River Valley. It must have been taken by Aunt Adelaide, whom you can find in an entry below on the same cliff. Here's a lovely poem (translated from the German) to go with this lovely photo: Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Look, how tiny down there, look: the last village of words, and higher, (but how tiny) still one last farmhouse of feeling. Can you see it? Exposed on the cliffs of the heart. Stoneground under your hands. Even here, though, something can bloom: on a silent cliff-edge an unknowing plant blooms, singing, into the air. But the one who knows? Ah, he began to know and is quiet now, exposed on the cliffs of the heart. While, with their full awareness, many sure-footed mountain animals pass or linger. And the great sheltered bird flies, slowly, circling, around the peak's pure denial. -- But without a shelter, here on the cliffs of the heart. -- Rainer Maria Rilke (1875-1926)