“Only lost photographs that were never taken know what my mind speaks of when we are alone together.”
“Only lost photographs that were never taken know what my mind speaks of when we are alone together.”
Daniel J. Rice
“There was a wildness inside him; someday he would capture it. Not to be tamed, but to be released. For only by understanding his mind could it be freed.”
Daniel J. Rice“If you are lucky you will have the opportunity in your life to be owned by a good piece of land.”
Daniel J. Rice“Every falling leaf reminds me that I too will soon be separated from these trees. Trying to capture freedom is like trying to catch a falling leaf. Occasionally you may grab one out of the air and hold it in your hands, but now what?”
Daniel J. Rice, This Side of a Wilderness“My hands are flowing like sunlight. The shapes and colors are astounding. I don't understand these images that are empowering me. My brush touches the canvas like photons to the earth, and a new world develops, free from my control, yet intrinsically dependent upon me. I am sweating with elation. I have no idea what I am doing, or what it is my hands are trying to see. There is so much strength in this clarity I am overpowered by the independence of it.”
Daniel J. Rice, This Side of a Wilderness“As the saturating colors of sun-life fade from sight, the ominous moon reaches out its long arm and applies the dark dyes of night.”
Daniel J. Rice, This Side of a Wilderness“Only lost photographs that were never taken know what my mind speaks of when we are alone together.”
Daniel J. Rice, This Side of a Wilderness“The truth of existence was a happiness separated from the easy happy life. There was music in the forest. There was clean air where nobody could hear him breathe.”
Daniel J. Rice, This Side of a Wilderness“If you have not touched the rocky wall of a canyon. If you have not heard a rushing river pound over cobblestones. If you have not seen a native trout rise in a crystalline pool beneath a shattering riffle, or a golden eagle spread its wings and cover you in shadow. If you have not seen the tree line recede to the top of a bare crested mountain. If you have not looked into a pair of wild eyes and seen your own reflection. Please, for the good of your soul, travel west.”
Daniel J. Rice, This Side of a Wilderness“What man does not seek the power of his dreams, and believe in his ability to match the grace of his illusions.”
Daniel J. Rice, This Side of a Wilderness“A man without enemies is a dishonest man.”
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