Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood. —Henry Miller
Surrounded as we are by forest, wildlife, birds, and flowers, it’s our good fortune to witness many fleeting moments throughout the year, every year, each offering the spice of difference that makes it new again.
Catching the right fleeting moment, with the right focus, is a very difficult thing to do. —Ren Ng
… reflected in the eye of a young hummingbird.
The sun is new each day. —Heraclitus
As soon as there is life there is danger. —Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe. —Anatole France
The impulse to travel is one of the hopeful symptoms of life. —Agnes Repplier
Politicians wanted to mine the Grand Canyon for zinc and copper, and Theodore Roosevelt said, ‘No.’ —Douglas Brinkley
When you turn off Interstate 15, north of Las Vegas, and drive eastward to Valley of Fire State Park, you will at first wonder what all the fuss was about, the glowing reports you’ve heard of fantastic shapes and colors sprayed across the rocky landscape; as you start, the scenery is unrelentingly boring for mile upon mile. Browns, grays, and duller.
Don’t let that stretch of highway fool you. You’ll finally round a corner, about 25 miles out from the freeway, where your surprise will be sudden and complete. From there , it’s all unlimited discovery.
We are prone to speak of the resources of this country as inexhaustible; this is not so. —Theodore Roosevelt
Whether she’s on guard duty in the front window, asleep by the fire, or nestled comfortably on a lap, Bebe knows exactly how to impart a sense of security.
Distrust and caution are the parents of security. —Benjamin Franklin
In late April and early May, it is indeed easy to be green in England. There’s so much to see—curious lambs, bluebells blooming, sparkling rivers, fence stiles, country pubs, deep woods, wonderful fell views, The Lakes, ancient stone buildings, all of it seemingly divided by countless dry stone walls.
The photo gallery below barely touches on the possibilities. These were taken along the Dales Way, a fine 81-mile path from Ilkley to Bowness, on Lake Windermere. For the best information on walking in Great Britian, I recommend The Walking Englishman.
Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. —Pedro Calderon de la Barca