There will always be something new to discover: a minute moss never found before, a rabbit eating birdseed with the bores on a hungry November day, a bittern that stays only long enough to be remembered. — Ann Zwinger Copy Share Image
There will always be something new to discover: a minute moss never found before, a rabbit eating birdseed with the bores on a hungry… — Ann Zwinger Copy Share Image
“This landscape is animate: it moves, transposes, builds, proceeds, shifts, always going on, never coming back, and one can only retain it in vignettes,… — Ann Zwinger Copy Share Image
A beaver does not, as legend would have it, know which direction the tree will fall when he cuts it, but counts on alacrity… — Ann Zwinger Copy Share Image
The life of the wood, meadow, and lake go on without us. Flowers bloom, set seed and die back; squirrels hide nuts in the… — Ann Zwinger Copy Share Image
I have walked this south stream when to believe in spring was an act of faith. It was spitting snow and blowing, and within… — Ann Zwinger Copy Share Image
