Until man duplicates a blade of grass, nature can laugh at his so-called scientific knowledge - Thomas Edison -
There is an ethereal magic about grass. It has the ability to transport me to places I have never been with an impending familiarity that I am never quite able to seize. It's always on the tip of my tongue, that sense of knowing I've been there before and just before I am about to grasp where 'there' is...it's gone. Forever. Grass is a beautiful mystery that I prefer to keep unsolved.