"My father didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." ~ Clarence Budington Kelland

 “A moment of peace and silence, breathing in and out the frigid air, watching daylight seep into the forest, hearing the first chatter of distant crows, the wind sighing over the snow and through the fir and pine branches and the twittering of chickadees as they flitted in little tribes from tree to tree.”

― Mike Bond, Killing Maine