“There was once a town in the heart of America where all life seemed to live in harmony with its surroundings Then a strange blight crept over the area and everything began to change There was a strange stillness The few birds seen anywhere were moribund; they trembled violently and could not fly. It was a spring without voices. On the mornings that had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of scores of bird voices there was now no sound; only silence lay over the fields and woods and marsh.” HeartAmericaSoundVoiceSilenceMorningFieldsStrangeSpringBirdAreasTownsHarmonyLaysWoodsDawnScoreStillnessSurroundingsChorusEcoMarshesBlight Author:Rachel Carson
“It was a spring without voices. On the mornings that had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of robins, catbirds, doves, jays, wrens, and scores of other bird voices there was now no sound; only silence lay over the fields and woods and marsh... Even the streams were now lifeless... No witchcraft, no enemy action had silenced the rebirth of new life in this stricken world. The people had done it themselves.” PeopleWorldDoneActionSoundVoiceSilenceEnemyMorningFieldsSpringBirdLaysWoodsDawnStreamsScoreNew LifeRebirthWitchcraftDoveChorusRobinsLifelessMarshesWrens Book:Silent Spring Source: Silent Spring
“Once in his life, a man ought to concentrate his mind upon the remembered earth, I believe. He ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon it. He ought to imagine the creatures there and all the faintest motions of the wind. He ought to recollect the glare of noon and all the colors of the dawn and dusk.” MenGivingMindBelieveLooksMadeHandsEarthI BelieveSoundWonderImagineParticularColorWindOughtCreaturesSeasonsLandscapeDawnRememberedImagine ThatAngleNoonDuskGlareDawn And Dusk Book:The Way to Rainy Mountain Source: The Way to Rainy Mountain