“ For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm. ”
Time is the river. We are the islands. Time washes around us and flows away and with it flow fragments of our lives. So, little by little, each island shrinks….But where, who can say, down the long stream of time, are our eroded days deposited?
~ Edwin Way Teale
Nature is shy and noncommittal in a crowd. To learn her secrets, visit her alone or with a single friend, at most. Everything evades you, everything hides, even your thoughts escape you, when you walk in a crowd.
If man can take care of man, nature can take care of the rest.
In nature there is less death and destruction than death and transmutation.
