A quote by Aldo Leopold.
“High horns, low horns, silence, and finally a pandemonium of trumpets, rattles, croaks, and cries that almost shakes the bog with its nearness. ... A new day has begun on the crane marsh. A sense of time lies thick and heavy on such a place. ... Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through successive stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by language.”
— Aldo Leopold, from A Sand County Almanac