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Anna reading at Payne Hollow An undeniable love for the river drew us away from town and down to the shore; the boat we built there was to c...

Harlan disliked handling money because of its abstractness and impersonality; for he did not enjoy either paying it or receiving it in payme...

A river tugs at whatever is within reach, trying to set it afloat and carry it downstream.  Living trees are undermined and washed away.  No...

. . Probably no moon has furnished me with as much light as this one,  in this clear weather.  Now it is past full, and I can arise before d...

. . This is the spirit that Beauty must ever induce, wonderment and a delicious trouble, longing and love and a trembling that is all deligh...

. . Our zest for the river did not wane... We went on in much the same way, in surroundings which had become familiar,  with not even a floo...

. . When I go out on the water at night, and as I bait hooks, watch Cassiopeia, rising in the eastern sky, draw up her fishingline, Perseus ...

. . I worked too hard and furiously about the boat last week, trying to get the interior more or less complete, so as to get at the construc...

. . The bright moon lights the path through the gray woods From the unlit depths of the hollow comes the soft sound of broken water A faint ...

. Harlan's studio at Payne Hollow . When I am painting, or have painting in my mind,  I see more, observe more carefully, am more sensit...

. .  a bell is placed across the river for visitors to ring,  their graciousness is an invitation . "There is a fascination about the d...

. A pale sun burning through the mist,  the soft clouds barely visible in the gray, blue sky...  Looking up the river I saw a bolt of lightn...

a shantyboat community by the river's edge.   After building their "shantyboat," out of mostly salvaged materials,  Harlan and...

. . To achieve more perfect harmony with the river and at the same time  live close to the earth ... I became a shantyboater . ~ Harlan Hubb...

. . There is a story in Zen circles about a man and a horse.  . The horse is galloping quickly, and it appears that the man on the horse is ...

. . In your longing for your giant self lies your goodness:  and that longing is in all of you. But in some of you that longing is a torrent...

. . When I paint a landscape, I try to paint heaven, and my joy at being there. . There is no artist, living or dead, whose work would satis...

. Much as I admire the Christian principles and teaching,  and the people ... who follow them, ...for myself I require a more direct revelat...

. Now I must break forth from my old self, cast away old traditions, unbind my eyes, so that I may have a broader vision of truth; so that I...

. He was not lonely because he had no desire to return to the past:  "I am not one of those who enjoy thinking of their past life.   Fo...