Foggy fields and the forbidden forest

På torsdagskvällen sprang jag över ängarna och försökte fånga det vackra runtom mig på bild. 

En välbehövd vistelse i Terjärv och i naturen.

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"But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called - called, waking or sleeping, at all times, 

for him to come home."

- Jack London, The Call of the Wild

"Nature´s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves."

- John Muir, Our National Parks

"Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.....There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter." 

- Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

"These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank. Their teachers have been the birds themselves, when they sang to them, the sun when it left a glow of crimson behind it at setting, the very trees, and wild herbs."

- Anton Chekhov, "A Day in the Country"