"If you love it, do not photograph the woods as it now is, the leaves in sunlight and shadow hardly stirring in the air of the hot afternoon. Do not try to remember it, stopping the flutters of leaves and wings, the dead leaf slowly spinning on an invisible thread. Do not ask the trees to linger even to be named. You must live in the day as it passes, willing to let go. You must set it free. You must forget this poem. Then, into its own time forever gone, it is forever here. " ~Wendell Berry