R o b e r t D r u c k e r A r t

Wetlands, 2005-08

“We need the tonic of wildness — to wade sometimes in marshes where the bittern and the meadow-hen lurk, and hear the booming of the snipe; to smell the whispering sedge where only some wilder and more solitary fowl builds her nest, and the mink crawls with its belly close to the ground . . . We must be refreshed by the sight of inexhaustible vigor, vast and titanic features, the sea-coast with its wrecks, the wilderness with its living and its decaying trees, the thunder-cloud, and the rain which lasts three weeks and produces freshets. ”

—Henry David Thoreau, Walden

“In the beauty of wetlands, we find the poetry of the earth. - ”

—Ralph Waldo Emerson