Just one glance on this picture above fills me with warmth. This one glance teleports me back into the wood and on this glade…sitting there in silence and studying the painting the sun was drawing on the woodfloor. Every sunbeam means one glowing stroke more of that bright, warm brush. Every plant and every branch improved the arising painting with their particular shadows. Finally the wind blew life in this scene and every figure in the painting began to move, to interact.
“If future generations are to remember us more with gratitude than sorrow, we must achieve more than just the miracles of technology. We must also leave them a glimpse of the world as it was created, not just as it looked when we got through with it.” -Lyndon B. Johnson