I love the tones of browns and grays - I love more neutral tones. That's why I like going to the desert… — Edward Burtynsky Copy Share Image
Among the liveliest of my memories are those of eating and drinking; and I would sooner give up some of my delightful… — Mary Antin Copy Share Image
“Summer mornings, the light of the world pouring in and the silence. It was a barefoot life, the cool of the night… — James Salter Copy Share Image
“My eyes blinked like a camera shutter clicking through the frames of my life, except the images were mismatched and haphazard: a… — Sarah Jio Copy Share Image
“I gaze at the small, crisp, burned-out black husks scattered across the windowsills. It is hard to believe that they were ever… — Tabitha Suzuma Copy Share Image
“Wild steep mountains floating in a haze of cloud...a sea of green trees swallowing the hills and valleys, and curling around the… — Sharyn McCrumb Copy Share Image
Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the only bird… — Frank N. Ikard Copy Share Image
“Adam Wayne, the conqueror, with his face flung back and his mane like a lion's, stood with his great sword point upwards,… — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“Yesterday morning I managed briefly to escape Mamma, & passed a lovely hour in the roof garden. I thought of you, dearest,… — Kate Morton Copy Share Image
Is there a home, a home for me? Where the people stay until eternity? Is there a road that winds up, underneath… — Stan Ridgway Copy Share Image
When I look at green trees on a sunny day, I don't know how to make an interesting picture of that. — Edward Burtynsky Copy Share Image
Then here 's to the oak, the brave old oak, Who stands in his pride alone! And still flourish he a hale… — Henry Chorley Copy Share Image
I hate Technicolor. Everybody in a Technicolor movie seems to feel obliged to wear a lurid costume in each new scene and… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
