In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.

We cannot command Nature except by obeying her.

It is written on the arched sky it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature it is that which uplifts the spirit within us.

Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.

Land really is the best art.

Yosemite Valley, to me, is always a sunrise, a glitter of green and golden wonder in a vast edifice of stone and space.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

Nature teaches more than she preaches. There are no sermons in stones. It is easier to get a spark out of a stone than a moral.

Nature is so powerful, so strong. Capturing its essence is not easy - your work becomes a dance with light and the weather. It takes you to a place within yourself.

I believe that if one always looked at the skies, one would end up with wings.