Entrance to the Rachel Carson Preserve, Ogunquit, ME acrylic on paper 5"x7" 2009

"…wherever you are and whatever your resources, you can still look up at the sky—its dawn and twilight beauties, its moving clouds, its stars by night. You can listen to the wind, whether it blows with majestic voice through a forest or sings a many-voiced chorus around the eaves of your house or the corners of your apartment building, and in the listening, you can gain magical release for your thoughts." —Rachel Carson, The Sense of Wonder