“Autumn has come to northeast Montana. The vapor of one’s breath, the clarity of the stars, the smell of wood smoke, the stones underfoot that even a full day of sunlight won’t warm- these all say there will be no more days that can be mistaken for summer.” StarsSummerStonesBreathsWoodsWarmSmellClaritySmokeAutumnSunlightMistakenMontanaVapor Author:Larry Watson
“Wilderness is not only a haven for native plants and animals but it is also a refuge from society. Its a place to go to hear the wind and little else, see the stars and the galaxies, smell the pine trees, feel the cold water, touch the sky and the ground at the same time, listen to coyotes, eat the fresh snow, walk across the desert sands, and realize why its good to go outside of the city and the suburbs. Fortunately, there is wilderness just outside the limits of the cities and the suburbs in most of the United States, especially in the West.” FeelsLittlesStatesStarsWaterRealizingWalksAnimalUnitedCitiesUnited StatesTreeSkyHavensWindColdLimitsPlantWestSmellSnowDesertSandNativeWildernessRefugeGalaxySuburbsPlaces To GoPlants And AnimalsCold WaterCoyotesPine TreesDesert SandFresh Snow Author:John Muir
“nature has not changed. The night is still unsullied, the stars still twinkle, and the wild thyme smells as sweetly now as it did then ... We may be afflicted and unhappy, but no one can take from us the sweet delight which is nature's gift to those who love her and her poetry.” MayStillsNightStarsNatureChangedSweetDelightSmellUnhappyThyme Author:George Sand
“And there I was with the stars hanging above my house like live wiresand the night sky the color of stockings. I stuck out my tongue to taste the skybut could not taste. I inhaled deeplybut could not smell. I used to look to the sky for comfortand now there was nothing, not even a seam, and I looked down and saw that it did not even reach the ground. And my only company was the satellites counting their sleep and the Sorrowful Mother swinging her empty dipper in the darkness, the Sorrowful Mother picking her way through the stars over my roof. And I knew I was nowhere and if I ever took my hands from my ears I would fall.” LooksUsedNightHouseStarsSleepCompanySawsSkyColorTasteDown AndSmellTongueStuckCountingNight SkySatellitesStockings Author:Matthew Rohrer