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Management of anything as complicated as a woods requires more humility than comes easily to our species, at least in its American incarnation.
In the woods is perpetual youth.
The woods are a place where children can go to think. Children gravitate towards these spaces. When I was a child it was nothing more than a scrubby little overhang under a rhododendron bush, but it was incredibly important to me.
I grew up with the smell of the lake and the feeling of the woods.
Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts; and if people in general could be got into the woods, even for once, to hear the trees speak for themselves, all difficulties in the way of forest preservation would vanish.
One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else.
In the woods, we return to reason and faith.
Going into the woods, is going home
The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers.
Being in the woods at night is a beautiful thing.
See anything interesting out there in the woods of King Hall?
The trees that have it in their pent-up buds
To darken nature and be summer woods.
To heal mine aching moods, Give me God's virgin woods.
The fields have eyes, and the woods have ears.
The pine is the mother of legends.
Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.
The forest is where you are when your surroundings are not mastered.
You know what they say about big hitters ... the woods are full of them.
It's hard to avoid the suspicion that in seeing all the trees I missed the wood
Seductive pull of the forest, an open canvas for trouble.
He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that already heard the whispers of Autumn. Roots and branches that knew things.
Forests should not be walked on, they should be walked under and through.
The white spruce forest along the banks is most inspiring, magnificent here. Down the terraced slopes and right to the water's edge on the alluvial soil it stands in ranks.
It is a surprising and memorable, as well as valuable experience, to be lost in the woods any time.
Once upon a time, forests were repositories of magic for the human race.
Nature soothes us. Nature heals us, and something more, the woods are a place of power. Any woods that are still surviving on this planet, those are powerful areas to have kept themselves free from the encroachment of the industrial societies of our earth.
The deep woods can be very dangerous. Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous and weird. And weird weird.
green forest, then took some photographs
our cabin in the woods in Clare.
Going to the woods is going home.
What right do I have to be in the woods, if the woods are not in me.
A wood that smells of the sea.
I am a woodlander, I have sap in my veins,
The spirit of the woods is like an old good friend, makes me feel warm and good inside. I knew his name and it was good to see him again, cause in the wind he's still alive.
There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home.
The scent of trees was in the air.
Now is the time of the illuminated woods ... when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.
Anything to be out of these woods.
Inside the woods is an abandoned hotel.
Trees grow in the lobby
and up through the rooms.
Limbs jut out through the windows.
It looks like outside
inside.
I climb the trees
through 1000 rooms.
I look for you
in each of them.
You're a long shiny line.
Only with a leaf
can I talk of the forest,
Patience is the greatest of virtues in a woodsman.
Build your nest in no tree here ... for the Lord of the forest has condemned the whole woods to be demolished.
Burning the small dead branches broke from beneath thick spreading whitebark pine. A hundred summers snowmelt rock and air hiss in a twisted bough.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
Woods are grim places. Farmers shoot squirrels, crows, magpies, and hang them up on trees to warn Mother Nature to get it together or else. Much notice she takes, being in league with God. They're a right pair, more carnage than the rest of us put together.
4. The Road Through the Forest
The Forest has symbols of its own. A Forest is a maze, a mesh, a network of pictures, sounds, smells and tastes running across the animals, the trees and the birds; and around each other. It has its own ingenious ways of connecting,
The tempered light of the woods is like a perpetual morning.
A brotherhood of venerable trees.
A rich smell of woodsmoke hung over the road.
through woodlots and agricultural fields.
If you are tired of living on the beaten path that everyone else walks, venture into the woods. Some people would be afraid they would get lost, but a confident woman expects to have a new experience that might be outrageously wonderful.
Suppose you meet me in the woods.
Quiet lives in the woods and the river.
Taylor Maddox, sir. US Forest Service trash.
Screen porch in a tree.
Every time I'm in the woods, i feel like I'm in church
Forest is the best port of the wise man!
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
I don't mind when I hit a ball in the woods. I think of it as an adventure. That's when golf really starts to get interesting.
You are the Lightwoods - you are all that is left of the Lightwoods.
Listen and listen good Log Lady. This wood fetish might be cute in Twin Peaks, but it sure ain't gonna cut it here.
My woodland lair was beautiful: a clearing that was green with life. It smelt of summer and rain and newness. It was patterned with shifting light and shade, alive with the trill and whistle of flirtatious birdsong. Oh, this was too lovely a day to die, too lovely to kill.
In the river meadows, alders, brambles and wild vines formed a magical jungle, dappled with shimmering, greenish light and spangled with twirling forest particles. Marshy pools lay sparkling among the elderberries and leaning beeches.
Forests are the lungs of our land ...
Wood is universally beautiful to man. It is the most humanly intimate of all materials.
Fifteen years ago, my wife and I purchased an authentic log cabin in Maryland. Painstakingly restored since, the cabin sits on a forested bluff high above a wide river frequented by ospreys, eagles, geese, herons, and other water fowl.
Forest! They seek your trees to sleep among,
With their long sentences hung. Forest!
To morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.
These woods are where silence has come to lick its wounds.
We have friends in every woods we walk through, though we walk through them not knowing.
Forests are places where we can get back in touch with our inner selves, where we can walk on soft ground, breathe in natural scents, taste berries, listen to the leaves crackling - all the senses are awakened in the subdued light and stress melts away like snow in the snow.
When I walk through a forest I feel tremendous: tree-mend-us!
The beginnings of a forest is one of the ugliest things on the planet. It's bleak and your neighbours hate you.
When you gentlemen come to stand at the Boundary between the Settl'd and the Unpossess'd, just about to enter the Deep Woods, you will recognize the Sensation ...
Between the borders of Faerie and the physical world stands an ancient forest where the trees are exceedingly tall; and although no longer visible to men, their roots go deep into its earth.
Good for you Woods. You're not as dumb as you look. Come to think of it, no one's as dumb as you look.
I have lived ten years of wild rovings, of conquests and discoveries, in those woods; the day when I have to leave them my heart will be very heavy.
There are things in the wood, things you wouldn't expect. There's a laugh behind a tree when nobody's around to make it. A flash of red from branch to branch, like a spark from a fire, but nothing's burning.
Wood feeds the fire which burns it.
A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.
I can't see the forest through the trees, except the trees are people.
All forests are one... They are all echoes of the first forest that gave birth to Mystery when the world began.
The forest, the virgin forest, the life of a woodcutter - that has always been my ideal.
Narrow lanes climb both slopes and come together in a great ring of elm trees which encircles the flat summit. Any wind
even the slightest
draws from the height of the elms a rushing sound, multifoliate and powerful.
Don't carry logs into the forest.
Trees down south have a difference to them, a subtle, slinking movement, mile by mile- a gracefulness, a swagger. Lanky trees stretching out their wiry thin, Spanish moss-covered branches, moss that sways and beckons ... come here, come here, it says.
Shut up, Ed - the world below us has turned into a map. A real map! The woods look like the "Woodland: Deciduous" markings of Ordnance Survey. It is just as they drew it! Who knew! Who knew you could put the whole world on paper, after all! The artists were right! This is so reassuring!
Along 4 Mile Run, there was a nice woods down in front of the house. I used to run around there.
Come take a walk in the woods and see what awaits you there...
Why are there so many trees in the jungle?
There is a love of wood, as of other things that do not answer to our touch.
The burly woodsman who attaks the diminutive pine of the east must experience remorse, as would a strong man who made war upon a boy, but [the Redwood] is something to compel his respect; he must feel that in grappling with these monsters he is doing the work of a Hercules.
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen.
About five years ago, the courses we run in the Field Trials were 52 percent timber. The hawks live in trees, and the quail nest on the ground. Since then we've trimmed back about 1,200 acres of trees to get it closer to the ideal course ratio of 25 percent trees/75 percent open ground.
A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits no ambiguities and, here, she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in the woods is exactly as it seems.
Only animals should have to pee in the woods.
In the heart of the forest your image follows me
but it was still dark in the woods
After a lifetime of nature shows and magazine photos, we arrive at the woods conditioned to expect splendor - surprised when the parking lot does not contain a snarl of animals attractively mating and killing each other.