We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us. Our flesh-and bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, neither old or young, sick nor well, but immortal.
I am captive. I am bound. Love of pure unblemished Nature seems to overmaster and blur out of sight all other objects and considerations.
~ John Muir
I can’t decide whether I enjoy photography or hiking more. Lucky for me, I can do both at the same time. " When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world" John Muir
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