Kenny

“The whole landscape showed design, like man's noblest sculptures. How wonderful the power of it's beauty! Gazing awe-stricken, I might have left everything for it. Glad, endless work would then be mine tracing the forces that have brought forth it's features, its rocks and plants and animals and glorious weather. Beauty beyond thought everywhere, beneath, above, made and being made forever. I gazed and gazed and longed and admired until the dusty sheep and packs were far out of sight, made hurried notes and a sketch, though there was no need of either, for the colors and lines and expression of this divine landscape are so burned into mind and heart they surely can never grow dim.”
― John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra