I have need of the sky, I have business with the grass; I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling lone and high, And the slow clouds go by. I will get me away to the waters that glass the clouds as they pass. I will get me away to the woods.. Richard Hovey
Night and day the river flows. If time is the mind of space, the River is the soul of the desert.
Brave boatmen come, they go, they die, the voyage flows on forever.
We are all canoers…we are all passengers on this little mossy
ship, this delicate dory sailing round the sun that humans call the earth.
Joy, shipmates, joy… Edward Abbey…
Watercolour of the Lake of the Woods Ontario, on Arches Not Paper.