After a walk through the Richard St. Babe Baker Afforestation Area we reach the shore of the West Swale Wetlands and look over the calm waters just awakening into life, and out across the marsh hidden by the blanket of fog rolling in from the morning dew.
Did you ever stand on the edge of such a wonderland in the early morning, when the prairie sky comes low to nurture the waterfowl, dabbling ducks, and marsh ducks nestling in the lowlands at your feet?
A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. ~Henry David Thoreau
The lakes are something which you are unprepared for; they lie up so high, exposed to the light, and the forest is diminished to a fine fringe on their edges, with here and there a blue mountain, like amethyst jewels set around some jewel of the first water, — so anterior, so superior, to all the changes that are to take place on their shores, even now civil and refined, and fair as they can ever be. ~Henry David Thoreau
“I believe with Ruskin, that I must be just to the Earth beneath my feet, to the neighbour by my side and to the Light that comes from above and witin that this wonderful world of ours may be a little more beautiful and happy form my having lived in it. “Richard St. Barbe Baker.