“The hawkless valley bloomed with the soft voices of the waking owls.” — J.A. Baker Flower Copy Share Image
“Weak people revenge Strong people forgive Intelligent people ignore Anon.” — J.A. Baker Intelligent people Copy Share Image
“Acceptance is easier than resentment and anger. So is forgiveness.” — J.A. Baker Acceptance Copy Share Image
“I swooped through leicestershires of swift green light. A dazzling wetness of green fields irrigated the windswept eye.” — J.A. Baker Green fields Copy Share Image
“It is a good life, a seal's, here in these shallow waters. Like the lives of so many air and water creatures,… — J.A. Baker Good life Copy Share Image
“For an hour, till greyness covered all, the water shone like milk and mother-of-pearl. The sea breathed quietly, like a sleeping dog.” — J.A. Baker Copy Share Image
“This is now a different place from what it was two hours ago. There is no mysterious essence we can call a… — J.A. Baker Copy Share Image
“Typical, isn’t it? Just when you start to think your tiny existence isn’t so bad after all, something comes along and gives… — J.A. Baker Life Copy Share Image
“Approach him across open ground with a steady unfaltering movement. Let your shape grow in size but do not alter its outline.… — J.A. Baker Falcons Copy Share Image
“Their rapid, shifting, dancing motion had been so deft and graceful that it was difficult to believe that hunger was the cause… — J.A. Baker Death Copy Share Image
“And for the partridge there was the sun suddenly shut out, the foul flailing blackness spreading wings above, the roar ceasing, the… — J.A. Baker Agony Copy Share Image
“Bar-tailed godwits flying with curlew, with knot, with plover; seldom alone, seldom settling; snuffling eccentrics; long-nosed, loud-calling sea-rejoicers; their call a snorting,… — J.A. Baker Bird Copy Share Image
“It is an effort to descend down the hand-holds of memory to the plain beneath, to recall the lost future, the dusk… — J.A. Baker Hawks Copy Share Image
“The unchecked growth of many summers, rising and declining, has lessened the penetration of the light in a way one rarely sees… — J.A. Baker Summer Copy Share Image
“Dark against the bright rust of the dead leaves, an unfledged starling lay flabbily upon its back. It was loose-skinned, helpless, and… — J.A. Baker Animals Copy Share Image
“The trees did not reflect the sun so much as glow from within, as though their bark was of parchment, a membrane… — J.A. Baker Flower Copy Share Image
“And for the partridge there was the sun suddenly shut out, the foul flailing blackness spreading wings above, the roar ceasing, the… — J.A. Baker Agony Copy Share Image
