Ever wonder where you’d end up if you took your dog for a walk and never once pulled back on the leash? — Robert Brault
Thompson’s Flouring Mills, the oldest surviving grist mill in Oregon, viewed through a window in the Millkeeper’s house, and (below) the millrace passing below the main building during a rainstorm.
People everywhere love Windows. —Bill Gates
Patience is not simply the ability to wait – it’s how we behave while we’re waiting. —Joyce Meyer
The bleached antler here, shed years ago by a black-tailed buck, was already white when I chanced upon it, and has remained so on a shelf in the barn. Though deer traffic is heavy through our woods, this is the only specimen I’ve found, and thus a rarity. Handling it again today, I was reminded of the diversity of natural structures that we take for granted, or that go unnoticed, in our short time among them.
Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet. —Roger Miller
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. —Henri Cartier-Bresson
The more (and closer) you look, the shinier it gets.
By prevailing over all obstacles and distractions, one may unfailingly arrive at his chosen goal or destination. —Christopher Columbus
Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. —Rachel Carson
For several years now, I’ve photographed my wife’s petite flower garden and, lately, a larger patch across from the house we call The Wild Area, because just about anything is welcome to take root there.
Stepping outside in slippers to say good morning to day lilies makes coffee taste better; I have no scientific evidence to support that claim, but on the other hand it is an indisputable fact that an occasional wheelbarrow, topped off with loam or compost or yard clippings, is a cheap ticket for the live performances she presents beginning in the spring.
What do I do with that largesse, hundreds and, eventually, thousands of pictures? Almost unknowingly, it seems, I’ve started a project, wielding a camera instead of a trowel and garden hose. Though our satisfactions are different, the idea is the same. Without them, this would simply be labor, something to fill time until we moved to something else.
It is extraordinary that whole populations have no projects for the future, none at all. It certainly is extraordinary, but it is certainly true. —Gertrude Stein