Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it "the Reproduction of what the read more

Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it "the Reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the mist

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.

Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.

Spring being a tough act to follow, God created June.

As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other read more

As for evolution, I have a hard time believing that billions of years ago two protozoan bumped into each other under a volcanic cesspool and evolved into Cindy Crawford.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.

Nature, like man, sometimes weeps from gladness.

The landscape should belong to the people who see it all the time.

The landscape should belong to the people who see it all the time.

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against read more

I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things... I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind.