“All of humanity’s problems stem from man’s inability to sit quietly in a room alone” — Blaise Lascal — the @nytimes published a piece this week on author Erling Kagge’s search for silence and it was particularly profound for me. How often are we able to sit in true silence and reflect? How difficult is it to find true silence? Often, it’s when you walk deep into a forest and stop moving, but even then, an airplane may be overhead or a highway buzzing off in the distance. Today, I took to some old familiar trails, and searched earnestly. It took walking over a hill, through marsh to a bog, a mile in from a dirt road, to finally hear soft rustling wind and the sound of my own breath. Kagge writes that “in silence we meet ourselves”, and this couldn’t be more true. But I also met, the quiet lapping of marsh water on the roots of cattails, leaves fluttering in the wind, bright and piercing green moss enveloping rock after rock, ice cold air that burns, and a stark grey sky that gave background to these fruitful wild branches. Nature and silence are so giving in the same way, which is why I seek nature out often, and capture what I can. It preserves that sense of peace that may be only a fluttering moment, and the silence we all need.