We perceive in water, leaves and silence more than sufficient of the absolute and marvelous.

"The only sound is the whisper of the running water, the touch of my bare feet on the sand, and once or twice, out of the stillness, the clear song of the canyon wren . . . If a man's imagination were not so weak, so easily tired, if his capacity for wonder not so limited, he would abandon forever his fantasies of the supernal.  He would learn to perceive in water, leaves and silence more than sufficient of the absolute and marvelous, more than enough to console him . . ."

Edward Abbey

Photo: Joanne hiking within reflections of the red cliffs in Professor Creek, Castle Valley, UT, April 21, 2012