I photographed rocks and trees and tide pools and nudes and all that stuff for years and years. Until 20 years ago when I found that I could do it in the studio and never have to travel.

Study how water flows in a valley stream smoothly and freely between the rocks. Also learn from holy books and wise people. Everything - even mountains rivers plants and trees - should be your teacher.

One killer exercise that's really great is pull-ups with your legs out level. That's my favourite. It's such functional core strength and that's why I can climb up trees and down vines.

Skiing combines outdoor fun with knocking down trees with your face.

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees then names the streets after them.

The tallest Trees are most in the Power of the Winds and Ambitious Men of the Blasts of Fortune.

The trees in Siberia are miles apart that is why the dogs are so fast.

If you would know strength and patience welcome the company of trees.

In nature nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted bent in weird ways and they're still beautiful.

I remember a hundred lovely lakes and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it as upon a thread of silk opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.

I am not bound for any public place but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

I knew of course that trees and plants had roots stems bark branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.

Knowing trees I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass I can appreciate persistence.

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Rest is not idleness and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer's day listening to the murmur of the water or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time.