Archive for the ‘Henry David Thoreau’ Category

Hikers Taking In The View   2 comments

Hikers Taking In The View (08/29/11) —  Image by kenne

I love Nature partly because she is not man, but a retreat from him.
None of his institutions control or pervade her. There a different kind of right prevails.
In her midst I can be glad with an entire gladness. If this world were all man,
I could not stretch myself, I should lose all hope. He is constraint, she is freedom to me.
He makes me wish for another world. She makes me content with this.

— Henry David Thoreau

Winter Wren In Sabino Canyon   Leave a comment

Winter Wren In Sabino Canyon — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“‘Hear! hear!’ screamed the jay from a neighboring tree,
where I had heard a tittering for some time,
‘winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel,
if you know where to look for it.'”

– Henry David Thoreau

Eastern Bluebird Painting   1 comment

Eastern Bluebird — Photo-Artistry by kenne

The bluebird carries the sky on his back.

— Henry David Thoreau

Backwater Fishing   Leave a comment

Backwater Fishing — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in.
I drink at it; but while I drink I see
the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is.
Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.

— Henry David Thoreau

Fall In The Catalinas   Leave a comment

Fall In The Santa Catalina Mountains — Image by kenne

“Live each season as it passes;
breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit,
and resign yourself to the influences of each.”

— Henry David Thoreau

Tuichi River Birds — Photo-Artistry   Leave a comment

Tuichi River Birds — Photo-Artistry by kenne

This world is but a canvas to our imagination.

— Henry David Thoreau

 

I Went To The Desert . . .   Leave a comment

Sonoran Sunset-72Catalina Foothills Sunset — Image by kenne

I went to the [desert] because I wished to live deliberately,
to front only the essential facts of life,
and see if I could not learn what it had to teach,
and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

— Henry David Thoreau