White Out
Nature chose for a tool, not the earthquake or lightning to rend and split asunder, not the stormy torrent or eroding rain, but the tender snow-flowers noiselessly falling through unnumbered centuries. – John… Continue reading
Nature chose for a tool, not the earthquake or lightning to rend and split asunder, not the stormy torrent or eroding rain, but the tender snow-flowers noiselessly falling through unnumbered centuries. – John… Continue reading
Die if I must, let my bones turn to dust I’m the lord of the lake and I don’t wanna leave it – Lord Huron, The Ghost on the Shore
The river delights to lift us free, if only we dare to let go. Our true work is this voyage, this adventure. – Richard Bach