Beautiful days, sounds of summer in the air. So lovely. Beautiful day. What a wonderful place to come. The sculptures are inspiring. 

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

Nature abounds with beauty. Everywhere you look are brilliant examples of God's glory and grace. In this world that God has made for us to enjoy and thrive, anything is possible with the power of positivity and collective consciousness. Help each other and be kind. We are all alone. Creativity is in you.

Nature abounds with beauty. Everywhere you look are brilliant examples of God's glory and grace. In this world that God had made for us to enjoy and thrive, anything is possible with the power of positive and collective consciousness. Help each other and be kind. We are all alone. Creativity is you with love. The sculptures are great love and grace.

He fell in love with millions of places and thousands of experiences.

We see a million grasses, rocky shapes, and smooth curves, peace. The sculptures are very beautiful and unique.

I feel tiny when looking at the sculptures. I like the hidden people, an inspiration. Inspiring visit. it is very beautiful. All is amazing detail. I loved it. 

I'm running on empty, and there is no way for you to fill me up.

Three years back in New York City and we are in Jersey. Each sculpture is magnificent by itself but alone they are also so beautiful. Beautiful alone.

I saw a monarch butterfly today and vaguely wondered if it was you passing me by. Night has not yet fallen, but I feel the same lonely fear as if you left me alone on a lightless road, shrouding me in fear. I hope you have not forgotten me. As the butterfly passes again, I think of you, and wonder if you miss me just the same.

I love the sound of the insects.

This is a very good place for artists. This place is very cool.

My love watches through the window as I try to think of a profundity while surrounded by nature and beauty. 

My favorite place in NJ is GFS, which is why I got married here almost a year ago. GFS makes my heart happy. 

As a writer, I love coming to GFS to observe my surroundings. Write and read. I am often confused for a sculpture when I read, but I love it.

Lost in the struggle to be seen. 

Twelve steps between stillness and being heard. Hours of toil and imagination reflect off of the name of ego. 

She felt like the weeping willows that sighed in the background of her mind. 

I miss manual typewriters.

Beautiful day, beautiful art... putting thoughts down for posterity. Visitors ask me for directions because I'm sitting in this booth typing on an antique typewriter... life is good.