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High horns, low horns, silence, and finally a pandemonium of trumpets, rattles, croaks, and cries that almost shakes the bog with its nearness ... A new day has begun on the crane marsh. A sense of time lies thick and heavy on such a place ... Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through successive stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by language.
Aldo Leopold
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What this quote means

The quote reflects on the beauty of nature and our evolving perception of it, suggesting that our understanding deepens through experience.

Aldo Leopold describes the awakening of nature at dawn in a marsh, emphasizing the sensory experiences that mark the beginning of a new day. He suggests that our appreciation for the quality of nature evolves over time, starting with the visually appealing aspects and moving towards deeper, yet more complex values that are difficult to express in words. This contemplation highlights the intrinsic connection between humans and the natural world, inviting us to engage with and appreciate its beauty and complexity.

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