Author Archives: Tom Schultz

About Tom Schultz

Was there ever a time that I did not love writing? If so, I can’t remember back that far. A decade or so ago, along with other life changes, I started exploring fiction, memoirs, and creative nonfiction to complement my essays. For me, writing is always about the melody and the rhythm, as well as the light and the image. Around the same time, I went to law school as a “nontraditional” (read middle-aged) student. After a couple stressful days in an auditorium at Michigan State University, packed with 1,000 other folks taking a bar exam, I survived and joined the Michigan bar as a newbie lawyer. I have the opportunity to write a lot at the day job, but felt the need for a place to express more creativity than is allowed within the four corners of a legal brief, and to share my feelings with others. Voila! Blogging. When I began, I thought my posts would be all about writing. Serendipity is a gentle goddess, though, and I soon rediscovered my passion for photography. With the aid of my fellow bloggers, I have worked on presenting a vision and, hopefully, conveying a sense of spirit through pictures as well as words. Politics has always been my passion, but not what passes for politics in our time, poisoned as it is with partisan rancor. No thanks, not interested in that scene. Only as we as a society can reintroduce spirituality, in all its emanations and wonder, into the political process (in the broadest sense) can we really extricate ourselves from the swamp and find a path forward. And it would surely help if we could in our journey find faith between men and women, too. The arts suggest to us the hidden potential for change in society. In the distemper of these times, beauty can be subversive. In my writing and photos, I hope to evoke some of the spirit in my favorite art, of all forms.

Keep on Your Own Track

Every path but your own is the path of fate; keep on your own track then.
–Henry David Thoreau

Thoreau was born on this date in 1817.

Getting off the beaten path in Michigan can lead to a window to a world of still waters and silent woods, where dappled light plays across the forest floor.

Pigeon River Forest, Michigan

 

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We Mutually Pledge Our Sacred Honor…July 4th

“And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor.”

In General Congress, assembled.   July 4, 1776

Tacquahmenon State Park, Michigan

When the Green, Dark Forest was Too Silent to be Real

Happy Canada Day!

Photo:  the Athabasca River in Jasper National Park, Alberta.  I had occasion to drive the Icefields Parkway along the Athabasca a few times back in the day and I can attest that it’s one of the great drives on our planet.

When the green, dark forest was too silent to be real.
—Gordon Lightfoot, Canadian Railroad Trilogy

Athabasca River, Alberta

Canadian Rockies, Alberta

Peyto Lake, Alberta

Bold Winds Speechless

But, as we often see against some storm
A silence in the heavens, the rack stand still
The bold winds speechless, and the orb below
As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder
Doth rend the region.
—William Shakespeare, Hamlet

Summer storms in Michigan approach “anon the thunder.”