My Swimming Spot

"Once in his life a man...ought to give himself up to a particular landscape in his experience, to look at it from as many angles as he can, to wonder about it, to dwell upon it. He ought to imagine that he touches it with his hands at every season and listens to the sounds that are made upon recollect the glare of the noon and all the colors of the dawn and dusk."

(N. Scott Momaday, Kiowa Indian, "Way to Rainy Mountain" 1969)