As the guns of the First World War pounded the countryside, the Russian army advanced on a small village in East Prussia.

Bill awoke that cold early morning to the sound of bleating.

Many thoughts went through Bill’s mind as the tramp steamer pulled into Halifax Harbor

There was something gnawing at Bill.

Bill was driving from Canada to Los Angeles. He had been on the road for hours when he saw the neon sign flashing “Vacancy”.

"It was four A.M. on an early February morning. "

"Maybe one of the reasons that landscapes are so popular is because living in the country is the most natural thing."

"Bill was feeling more and more uncomfortable every year, but he felt trapped in the city. "

"America is such a big, big country. It’s absolutely great, and I am not sure that all Americans realize that.” — Bill Alexander

“The land just roars on and on for miles and miles and then, in an instant, there are herds of antelope and swatches of green, places of water and trees."

"Bill and Margarete had been driving for hours."

"This land is so wonderful, and there is so much land on which to be free. "

"But I’m here! I’m an artist!”

"Every night there was just a bit different, but every night there was always spirit, enthusiasm, and energy for art."

Like geese that head south each year, Bill and Margarete returned to Los Angeles every Winter.

"Although Bill didn’t realize it at the time, he was about to start down a path to unimaginable fame."