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Cape Lookout, Oregon
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On the Appalachian Trail, N.Y.
“No rock landscape is more varied in sculpture, none more delicately modeled than these landscapes of the sky; domes and peaks rising, swelling, white as finest marble and firmly outlined, a most impressive manifestation of world building.” -J. Muir
“Every rain-cloud, however fleeting, leaves its mark, not only on trees and flowers whose pulses are quickened, and on the replenished streams and lakes, but also on the rocks are its marks engraved whether we can see them or not.” -J. Muir
“Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees, streams and rocks, in the waves of the sun. - a part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal. Just now I can hardly conceive of any bodily condition dependent on food or breath any more than the ground or the sky.” -J. Muir
“Sorrow is nothing but worn out joy.” (Old Joy, 2006)
harvesting Mullein and Juniper
Anonymous asked: The most beautiful tumblr I've come across in ages, maybe ever.
so amazing how images & words can resonate
and i find myself just going 'yeah. hey yeah. oh yeah, that too. right on"
:-)
thanks
~ Brad
aw, thanks for the kind words. <3
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