“Change is Nature’s delight,” wrote Marcus Aurelius, though I presume he never visited Michigan. One nearby lake, as the landscape passes through the seasonal transformation.
Photo Challenge: Transformation
Newburgh Lake, Michigan
Autumn’s first colors…
“they that know the winters of that country know them to be sharp and violent, subject to cruel and fierce storms, dangerous to travel to known places . . .” —William Bradford
In the conversation that followed, we recalled the June day, over ten years ago, when we had first sat next to each other in a public speaking class. She teasingly reminded me how shy I had been.
I pictured her back then, sharing scenes from her social life: her stories a playful medley, drawing me in, subverting my best defenses. High school I had spent seeking refuge in a social cubbyhole. Finding myself seated next to this blonde, lissome girl proved a culture shock. I might as well have shared a desk with the goddess Athena; our early conversations had been that one-sided. Linda had been patient with her shy neighbor, and gradually our conversations became a partnership. Through getting to know her, I had stepped into the sunlight. Seeing her again, I wanted to share this, but it came out this way: “I still think of our conversations before class. You were quite the raconteur.”
These little guys are at the stage of life where everything is an experiment, though Mom is nearby to oversee the laboratory.
Photo Challenge: Experimental
Denizens of Newburgh Lake, Michigan
Fuzzy, not yet feathered friends.
Time for a rest…
Before testing the waters.
Alas, Autumn’s golds are fleeting and too soon faded and fallen. But, we are promised the return of the greens of Spring.
I had the whole sky in my eyes and it was blue and gold.
Photo Challenge: Temporary
Ann Arbor, Michigan
Antietam National Battlefield, Maryland
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate-we can not consecrate-we can not hallow-this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.
Abraham Lincoln, speaking at the National Cemetery in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, November, 1863
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
Or, he might have said, in a drop of water, suspended in time on its path between underground springs and the great river which is its destiny.
Photo Challenge: Temporary
Iargo Springs, Michigan