13) Through Trees: 

“At last, we know not what it is to live in the open air, and our lives are domestic in more senses than we think.  From the hearth to the field is a great distance.  It would be well perhaps if we were to spend more of our days and nights without any obstruction between us and the celestial bodies, if the poet did not speak so much under a roof, or the saint dwell there so long.  Birds do not sing in caves, nor do doves cherish their innocence in dovecots.”

This picture conveys how incredible it was to witness the closing of a day.  When I took this photograph, I was back on a higher trail, set farther into the woods, away from the pond’s path.  In light of Thoreau’s quotation, I wonder how different the human race would be if we spent more of our lives, especially our creative lives, outside with the rest of nature.  I could not help but think of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave: “When he approaches the light his eyes will be dazzled…”

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