Here I met a turtle, in such a place it's very difficult to think the world needs any art, all the best was already made here. I get into this Thoreau mode, and can't stop looking at the grass, all the twigs, and how well composed the colors are, and how everything is always harmonious and pretty much complete. I realized I understood why painters painted the same scene over and over, the same exact place perhaps with different lighting, because Nature has everything already, can't be beat when it comes to creativity and beauty.
The shadows are so well placed, the twigs, the colors. Marvelous patterns, never to be repeated.
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