Thursday, August 31, 2006


"It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit."
~ Robert Louis Stevenson ~

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

opened in bloom

“No creature is fully itself till it is, like the dandelion, opened in the bloom of pure relationship to the sun, the entire living cosmos.""
- D.H. Lawrence ~

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

seed humility

“We cannot change the past, but we can change our attitude toward it. Uproot guilt and plant forgiveness. Tear out arrogance and seed humility. Exchange love for hate --- thereby, making the present comfortable and the future promising."
- Maya Angelou ~

Monday, August 28, 2006


"For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free."
~ Wendell Berry ~

Sunday, August 27, 2006


“The world is but a canvas to the imagination.”
~ Henry David Thoreau ~

Saturday, August 26, 2006

my dog

"He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds. He is the part of me that can reach out into the sea. He has told me a thousand times over that I am his reason for being; by the way he rests against my leg; by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile; by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me.) When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive. When I am angry, he clowns to make me smile. When I am happy, he is joy unbounded. When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another man. With him, I am all-powerful. He is loyalty itself. He has taught me the meaning of devotion. With him, I know a secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things. He has promised to wait for me... whenever... wherever - in case I need him. And I expect I will - as I always have. He is just my dog."
~ Gene Hill ~

Friday, August 25, 2006


"There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden, but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it."
~ Minnie Aumonier ~

Thursday, August 24, 2006

a thousand fresh scents

"In the country, the rain would have developed a thousand fresh scents, and every drop would have had its bright association with some beautiful form of growth or life."
~ Charles Dickens ~

Wednesday, August 23, 2006


A horse loves freedom, and the weariest old work horse will roll on the ground or break into a lumbering gallop when he is turned loose into the open."
~ Gerald Raferty ~

Tuesday, August 22, 2006


"And the wind, full of wantonness, wooes like a lover
The young aspen-trees till they tremble all over."
~ Thomas Moore ~

Monday, August 21, 2006


"The poetry of the earth is never dead."
~ John Keats ~

Sunday, August 20, 2006


"It is sad that Nature will play such tricks on us poor mortals, inviting us with sunny smiles to confide in her, and then, when we are entirely within her power, striking us to the heart."
~ Nathaniel Hawthorne ~

Saturday, August 19, 2006

glorious ladder

"When we had reached the last step of this glorious ladder, it was difficult to get down again without stumbling."
~ Lord Byron ~

Friday, August 18, 2006


"The shortest distance between two points is under construction."
~ Noelie Altito ~

Thursday, August 17, 2006


“In some photographs the essence of light and space dominate; in others, the substance of rock and wood, and the luminous insistence of growing things.”
~ Ansel Adams ~

Wednesday, August 16, 2006


“The wind began to moan in hollow murmurs, as the sun went down carrying glad day elsewhere; and a train of dull clouds coming up against it, menaced thunder and lightning. Large drops of rain soon began to fall, and, as the storm clouds came sailing onward, others supplied the void they left behind and spread over all the sky. Then was heard the low rumbling of distant thunder, then the lightning quivered, and then the darkness of an hour seemed to have gathered in an instant."
~ Charles Dickens ~

Tuesday, August 15, 2006


"Why do you speak to me of the stones? It is only the arch that matters to me."
~ Kublai Khan ~

Monday, August 14, 2006

storm crossing

"Sky half cloudy. Great warm, soothing, magnificent mist-sheets are upon the mountains this morning, bathing the tree buds and myriads of quickening seeds with a gentleness of gesture and touch that has no word symbol on earth. How indescribable in texture they are, and how finely do they conform to the sloping and waving topography of the hill-bands!"
~ John Muir ~

Sunday, August 13, 2006

invisible current

"The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current."
~ Willa Cather ~

Saturday, August 12, 2006

tiny glitters

"...we might as well face the truth that to researchers of the future, poking about among the ruins of time, we shall all be tiny glitters."
~ James Thurber ~

Friday, August 11, 2006

shared dreams

"We shared dreams of getting married and having a family, living in the country, leading an idyllic life."
~ David Amram ~

Thursday, August 10, 2006

desert sky

"Being in the desert was brilliant and it was hard."
~ Toni Collette ~

Wednesday, August 09, 2006


"All my life I have tried to pluck a thistle and plant a flower wherever the flower would grow in thought and mind."
~ Abraham Lincoln ~

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

dawn in the canyon

"Not knowing when the dawn will come I open every door.
~ Emily Dickinson ~

Monday, August 07, 2006


". . . Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and colour are always, wild!"
~ John Galsworthy ~

Sunday, August 06, 2006

all too short

"Summer's lease hath all to short a date."
~ William Shakespeare ~

Saturday, August 05, 2006

endless effort

"Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven."
~ Rabindranath Tagore ~

Friday, August 04, 2006

deep twilight

"They turn'd to rest; and, each clasp'd by an arm,
Yielded to the deep twilight's purple charm."
~ Lord Byron ~

Thursday, August 03, 2006


"When bright flowers bloom
Parchment crumbles, my words fade
The pen has dropped..."
~ Morpheus ~

Wednesday, August 02, 2006


“All that a city will ever allow you is an angle on it - an oblique, indirect sample of what it contains, or what passes through it; a point of view.”
~ Peter Conrad ~

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

widespread garden

"The order of things should be somewhat reversed; the seventh day should be man's day of toil and the other six his sabbath of the affections and the soul--in which to range this widespread garden and drink in the soft influences and sublime revelations of nature."
~ Henry David Thoreau ~