“There are those who say that only spring is beautiful, and hie themselves to a warmer climate for the winter months. There are others, who, without the means of fleeing from the beauties about them at all seasons, waste their happiness with complaining. And there are some who must even go to Europe for scenery, and poets as well. But give me my native land at all hours of the day, all seasons of the year, and for all the years of my life; because its beauties, its interests and its ennobling influences are intended for its sons above all others. And have no fear, all who may doubt, that anyone by trying may get far more of use from a stroll over its hills, than even I did on this momentous ‘Tramp in November”
-Aldo Leopold
“Autumn Regality”
A Thousand Acres of Silphiums 
What I admire even more than the hauntingly beautiful image, profound and ideally suited prose, and perfect image title to connect the two, is the quickened heart and enlightened mind of the man who sees and feels such things, and then cares enough to share them with others like myself, who draw uncommon inspiration and motivation from their beauty and truth. My sincerest thanks, sir.