Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the only bird a typical American child ever sees is a canary in a pet shop window? When the only wild animal he knows is a rat - glimpsed on a night drive through some city slum? When the only tree he touches is the cleverly fabricated plastic evergreen that shades his gifts on Christmas morning?
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Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a read more
Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a home, a teacher, a companion.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and read more
Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and fitted them together.
I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.
I'm very gregarious, but I love being in the hills on my own.
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the read more
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.
I have no enthusiasm for nature which the slightest chill will not instantly destroy.
I have no enthusiasm for nature which the slightest chill will not instantly destroy.
Nothing makes me so happy as to observe nature and to paint what I see.
Nothing makes me so happy as to observe nature and to paint what I see.
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full read more
I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.
