“Life is Messy, So Is My Art”

"The freezing winds howled as the first winter's storm rolled off the mountain range, dusting the knotted pines with a layer of fine snow. Inside the cottage, the fire was lit, the forever stew bubbling in its kettle nestled in the open hearth, the residents snuggled and cozy in a cocoon of quilts.”

“In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.” — John Muir, 1877. 🌿

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"But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?” — Joshua Slocum

“I only went out for a walk, and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.” — John Muir, 1938