Edwin Way Teale
Edwin Way Teale
Edwin Way Tealewas an American naturalist, photographer and Pulitzer Prize-winning writer. Teale's works serve as primary source material documenting environmental conditions across North America from 1930 - 1980. He is perhaps best known for his series The American Seasons, four books documenting over 75,000 milesof automobile travel across North America following the changing seasons...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth2 June 1899
CountryUnited States of America
How strangely inaccurate it is to measure length of living by length of life! The space between your birth and death is often far from a true measure of your days of living.
In nature, there is less death and destruction than death and transmutation.
It is easier to accept the message of the stars than the message of the salt desert. The stars speak of man's insignificance in the long eternity of time; the desert speaks of his insignificance right now.
For observing nature, the best pace is a snail's pace.
Noise is evolving not only the endurers of noise but the needers of noise.
Any fine morning, a power saw can fell a tree that took a thousand years to grow.
It is morally as bad not to care whether anything is true or not...
Our minds, as well as our bodies, have need of the out-of-doors. Our spirits, too, need simple things, elemental things, the sun and the wind and the rain, moonlight and starlight, sunrise and mist and mossy forest trails, the perfumes of dawn and the smell of fresh-turned earth and the ancient music of wind among the trees.
Those who wish to pet and baby wild animals 'love' them. But those who respect their natures and wish to let them live normal lives, love them more.
Reduce the complexity of life by eliminating the needless wants of life, and the labors of life reduce themselves.
All things seem possible in May.
To those whom the tree, the birds, the wildflowers represent only "locked-up dollars" have never known or really seen these things.
For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm.
The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.