"a few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship ~ but though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease"
john muir
“we photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth can make them come back again ~ we cannot develop and print a memory”