When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.


Between every two pine trees there is a door leading to a new way of life.
                                                                   ~John Muir


"After ten years of wandering and wondering in the heart of it, rejoicing in the glorious floods of light, the white beams of the morning streaming through the passes, the noonday radiance on the crystal rocks, the flush of the alpen glow, and the iris spray of countless waterfalls, it still seems above all others the Range of Light."
                                                                                  ~John Muir


'Happiness, not in another place but this place ....not for another hour but this hour.'
                                                                   ~Walt Whitman 



'There's a crack in everything. That's how the light gets in.'

                                                   ~Leonard Cohen, 'Anthem'


'What is life if not but the shadow of a fleeting dream?'
                                              ~  Umberto Eco


To photograph is to hold one's breath, 
when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. 
It's at that precise moment that mastering an image
becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.

                                                                                                 ~Henry Cartier-Bresson


David Bowie ...master of fluidity.

"...when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun."

                                               ~William Shakespeare