It is so self-conscious, so apparently moral, simply to step aside from the gaps where the creeks and winds pour down, saying, I never merited this grace, quite rightly, and then to sulk along the rest of your days on the edge of rage. I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright.
[Annie Dillard]

(Congratulations! And in honor, here a gradeschool watercolor of his:)

(My favorites: lightning *nearly* striking church; transparent doors and windowframes; TV antennae on houses; German patchwork fields.)