It could be that our faithlessness is a cowering cowardice born of our very smallness, a massive failure of imagination... If we were to judge nature by common sense or likelihood, we wouldnt believe the world existed.

People who take photographs during their whole vacation won't remember their vacation. They'll only remember what photographs they took.

Landscape consists in the multiple, overlapping intricacies and forms that exist in a given space at a moment in time.

He judged the instant and let go; he flung himself loose into the stars.

Trees have a curious relationship to the subject of the present moment. There are many created things in the universe that outlive us, that outlive the sun, even, but I can't think about them. I live with trees.

Skin was earth; it was soil. I could see, even on my own skin, the joined trapezoids of dust specks God had wetted and stuck with his spit the morning he made Adam from dirt. Now, all these generations later, we people could still see on our skin the inherited prints of the dust specks of Eden.

I am a fugitive and a vagabond, a sojourner seeking signs.