… Be wary of the horse with a sense of humor

… an by its nature refers to what is not seen,

… it had to do with how it felt to be in the wild. With what it was like to walk for miles with no reason other than to witness the accumulation of trees and meadows, mountains and deserts, streams and rocks, rivers and grasses, sunrises and sunsets.

… You know how sometimes, you catch the faintest hint of movement in the corner of your eye

… the light pouring away past

… the shape of those old stories changes. What may once have been simple and easily recognized becomes strange, wondrous and magical.

… the forest is made of life, of light—but the trees moved with wind and subtle creatures

… the forest is made of life, of light—but the trees moved with wind and subtle creatures

… I just want to live in a world of mountains, coffee, campfires, cabins, and golden trees, and run around with a camera

… Wherever a beautiful soul has been there is a trail of beautiful memories

…

Ruins are more beautiful than adorned castles

… My dog does that amazing thing where they just exist and make my whole life better for it

… The ragged cliff has a thousand faces in a thousand hours

… What is the sound of the waterfall?' 'Silence,' he finally told me

… By speaking of greater forces than we can possibly invoke, and by confronting us with greater spans of time than we can possibly envisage, mountains refute our excessive trust in the man-made

… just as language limits what can be said, architecture limits where one can walk, but the walker invents other ways to go.

… it is how we learn to speak about something that is disappearing as we say its name

…the wind on the sea bore a strange melody of an island that sings

…A few flowers at his feet and above him the stars.