Intimations by Hunter Madsen



There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day.
The things which I have seen I now can see no more.

- William Wordsworth, 
from "Ode - Intimations of Immortality from 
Recollections of Early Childhood" 


TITLE - "Intimations"
WHERE - San Diego, California (2016/2023)