One Of Life's Quiet Excitements Is To

Ahead And To The West Was Our Ranger Station - And The Mountains Of Idaho, Poems Of Geology Stretching Beyond Any Boundaries And Seemingly Even Beyond The World.

I Sat There And Forgot And Forgot, Until What Remained Was The River That Went By And I Who Watched. On The River The Heat Mirages Danced With Each Other And Then They Danced Through Each Other And Then They Joined Hands And Danced Around Each Other. Eventually The Water Joined The River, And There Was Only One Of Us. I Believe It Was The River.

We Can Love Completely What We Cannot Completely Understand.

Eventually, All Things Merge Into One, And A River Runs Through It.

All Good Things Come By Grace, And Grace Comes By Art, And Art Does Not Come Easy.