I have walked this south stream when to believe in spring was an act of faith. It was spitting snow and blowing, and within two days of being May ... But as if to assert the triumph of climate over… — 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
