“We look up, if only to see if we're likely to be rained on. The sky calls attention to itself, whether scored by herons, cranes, or wires; illumined by sunsets, Perseids, or ballparks; broken up by the twigwork of oaks or maples, painted in rainbows, or just primed in the pale gray of my '52 Ford. If we are truthful, the sky is never neutral.” Sky Book:Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place Source: Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place
“The river has indeed become an inefficient conduit, but the same plaque that plugs this artery used to hold back the flow when it was soil in the hills. Now the land just bleeds when it rains.” Logging Book:Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place Source: Sky Time in Gray's River: Living for Keeps in a Forgotten Place