The shadows and light

That move with the wind

Hidden violets grow, splashed with summer spray

Just another perfect day

Miriam Stockley, “Perfect Day”

Farmlands

Heaven sent this cardinal, maroon

To decorate our living room

The Decemberists, “June Hymn”

Historic Parks

Take nothing but pictures

Leave nothing but footprints

Kill nothing but time

Proverb of the American wilderness

Campsites

There’s a web like a spider’s web,

Made of silk and light and shadow,

Spun by the moon in my room at night

It’s a web made to catch a dream

Hold it tight ’til I awaken

As if to tell me that dreaming’s alright

19th century American folk song “Spider’s Web”

Roadside America

Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?

Jack Kerouac, On the Road

Cemeteries

Safe in their Alabaster Chambers –

Untouched by Morning –

and untouched by noon –

Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection,

Rafter of Satin and Roof of Stone –

Emily Dickinson