Tag Archive for: nature

The Whispers: In Nature we trust
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The Whispers: In Nature we trust

For some there is the call of Nature. For others, Nature has been the biggest enemy, it seems. An enemy they want to completely destroy because, as they think, She wants, seemingly, to destroy us all...
The Projections: Signs of Nature
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The Projections: Signs of Nature

When you go in search of honey you must expect to be stung by bees. Joseph Joubert. I have a confession to make: my physical endurance in the mountains is weakened for some time now. I've gained some weight and I feel I have to struggle to…
The Projections: Out in the open
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The Projections: Out in the open

To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. William Blake It's often indicated by professional landscape photographers to look behind you, while out in…
Whispers of Trees: Yet to come
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Whispers of Trees: Yet to come

Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over. F. Scott Fitzgerald. I have seen the light mingled with the trees, caressing barks, and leaves, and twigs and branches. I have seen movement in the woodland silence.…
Abstractions: Heirlooms of Earth
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Abstractions: Heirlooms of Earth

Talent is always conscious of its own abundance, and does not object to sharing. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. Many have said that my country, Romania, is rich with minerals. I'd say that if there is richness in the air, in the water, in the earth…
Whispers of Trees: Woodland Morning
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Whispers of Trees: Crossing the Line

The deeper the blue becomes, the more strongly it calls man towards the infinite, awakening in him a desire for the pure and, finally, for the supernatural... The brighter it becomes, the more it loses its sound, until it turns into silent stillness…
Whispers of Trees: Woodland Morning
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Whispers of Trees: Woodland Morning

The practical importance of the preservation of our forests is augmented by their relations to climate, soil and streams. John Muir I missed being in the woods for months, this year. The winter seemed so long, late in the months, weeks and…