Quotes from Jeb Dickerson

The sky, a perfect empty canvas, offers clouds nonetheless. They shift and drift and beg interpretation... such is the nature of art.

I'm not a particularly verbose person. I think that's why I like taking pictures... they speak for themselves.

May your passion be the kernel of corn stuck between your molars, always reminding you there's something to tend to.

The trees are whispering to me, reminding me of my roots, and my reach... shhhhhh... can you hear them? Selflessly sharing their subtle song.

Only in the early morning light of day, and of life, can we see the world without its shadows. Truth requires new beginnings.

There are plenty of people holding flashlights casting shadows, offering directions. Perhaps it's best if you light your own way.

May sleep envelop you as a bed sheet floating gently down, tickling your skin and removing every worry. Reminding you to consider only this moment.

Most people, upon reaching the top, look down and enjoy the view. The smart money is on looking up and finding new mountains to climb.

Nature rejuvenates so quickly, so completely. Though we often view ourselves otherwise, we are nature.

Our past is like a footprint. It only confirms we were there. No burden on our future does it bear. Bring the rain, clear the pane of clutter.

My feet have several thousand meetings scheduled with the dirt on a trail not far from here. Who am I to keep them waiting? Time to run.

Hmmm, how to "can a day?" You know, those days that seem just perfect you want access to them whenever the need arises.

A setting sun still whispers a promise for tomorrow.

My flag is raised high today. For others to see, sure. But more so to find which way my wind is blowing. Almost time to chart a course.

Morning is when the wick is lit. A flame ignited, the day delighted with heat and light, we start the fight for something more than before.

I can see the orange haze on the horizon as the morning exhales a yawn, and seems to be ready to rise.

Wish for nothing so much that you forget to make it come true.

I need neither future nor past, but to learn to take today not too fast.

Daily I learn — sometimes painfully, other times with glee — that mine is a path never meant to be paved.

Crossing over the boundaries we've been taught to live within is a tough business. But I'm getting the idea they're not so formidable.

Releasing the pressure, it's good for the teapot and the water. Try it sometime.

I have a tickle in my brain. And it keeps making the corners of my mouth point toward the heavens.

Just because something is unbelievable does not mean you shouldn't believe it. Put another way, some things are worth believing in whether they're true or not.