"As I go in under the trees, dependably, almost at once, and by nothing I do, things fall into place. I enter an order that does not exist outside, in the human spaces. I feel my life take its place among the lives--the trees, the annual plants, the animals and the birds, the living of all these and the dead--that go and have gone to make the life of the earth." Wendell Berry, in "A Native Hill", "The Art of the Commonplace"
Following the Trail of the Smith Preserve: Photo by Bud Danis