The Art Of Nature Is All In

One May Return To The Place Of His Birth, He Cannot Go Back To His Youth.

The Spirit Of Man Can Endure Only So Much And When It Is Broken Only A Miracle Can Mend It.

The Place To Observe Nature Is Where You Are.

Some Men Are Like Nails, Very Easily Drawn; Others However Are More Like Rivets Never Drawn At All.

It Is The Life Of The Crystal, The Architect Of The Flake, The Fire Of The Frost, The Soul Of The Sunbeam. This Crisp Winter Air Is Full Of It.