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“I keep drawing the trees, the rocks, the river,
I’m still learning how to see them;
I’m still discovering how to render their forms.
I will spend a lifetime doing that.
Maybe someday I’ll get it right.”
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“In a forest of a hundred thousand trees,
no two leaves are alike.
And no two journeys
along the same path are alike.”
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“There is life and death in all forest,
the life will bring you beauty
and the dead will bring you new life!”
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“One moment the world is as it is.
The next, it is something entirely different.
Something it has never been before.”
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“So many hues in nature
and yet nothing remained the same,
every day, every season
a work of genius, a free gift
from the Artist of artists.”
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“This is why children can see Angels, touch spirits,
hear the songs of the trees, and talk to the animals.
Quite simply, they acknowledge the magic.”
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At first glance, it was just another wet and chilly February day. The sounds of wind and rain had awakened me in the night, another storm passing over swelling creeks and spongy ground. Heavy clouds still roiled across the sky, blocking all of the golden from the cold, grey light that reached us.
It was still a day worth using, and so we set out to have a look at the river after brunch and before busy-ness.
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There is beauty and grace, even in February. There is the halo of faint color around the latticework of limbs, clothed in swelling buds. There is the wake left by a passing work boat, and moss glowing thick and green through the gloom. There is the delicate etching of branches stretching for the sky; the living nearly indistinguishable from the dead.
I paused to consider that after a life-time of looking, I’m really still learning how to see….
Woodland Gnome 2019
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“Everything has beauty,
but not everyone sees it.”
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Forest Garden 