Landscapes
i thank you god for this most amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes.
~ e.e. cummings
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
~ Kahlil Gibran
Interested in a canvas or paper print? Click to go directly to my prints page at ImageKind.
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes.
~ e.e. cummings
Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
~ Kahlil Gibran
Interested in a canvas or paper print? Click to go directly to my prints page at ImageKind.
"I believe in the cosmos. All of us are linked to the cosmos.
Look at the sun: If there is no sun, then we cannot exist.
So nature is my god. To me, nature is sacred;
trees are my temples, and forests are my cathedrals."
- Mikhail Gorbachev, 1990
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
~ Wendell Berry
Bread and butter, devoid of charm in the drawing room, is ambrosia eaten under a tree.
- Elizabeth Von Antrim
Look at the sun: If there is no sun, then we cannot exist.
So nature is my god. To me, nature is sacred;
trees are my temples, and forests are my cathedrals."
- Mikhail Gorbachev, 1990
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of 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 for their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
~ Wendell Berry
Bread and butter, devoid of charm in the drawing room, is ambrosia eaten under a tree.
- Elizabeth Von Antrim
