Poetry Lifts the Veil

Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar.
Percy Shelley

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Twilight Steals into the Forest

One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.”
-Henry Miller

Yesterday, I visited one of my favorite places, the pristine old growth forest in northern Michigan, and tried to capture  its contemplative mood in the day’s waning light.

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

Living Water of Hope

Anger and acrimony without constraint have left our social-political life a barren landscape, in need of the living water of hope and faith.

(photo:  Huron National Forest, Michigan)

Iargo Springs, Michigan

Komorebi, Dappled Light in the Forest

Just another sun-drenched day at a  Michigan park, but with a shady sanctum where the light filters down through a  green canopy.  Komorebi is a Japanese word for dappled light on a forest floor; we have considerable experience with that concept in Michigan.

Kensington Park, Michigan

An Expression without Words

“A lake is a landscape’s most expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.”
—Henry David Thoreau

A jewel of a lake in northern Michigan’s old growth forest,  a gift left behind by the retreating glacier many thousands of years ago.

Power of the Suggestive

The power of the suggestive is much greater than
the statement of reality.
—C.W. Mundy

Evening’s waning light is the brush stroke that touches a northern Michigan woods.

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

Life’s Moments and Eternal Youth

Every minute of life carries with it its miraculous value,
and its face of eternal youth.
—Albert Camus

Newburgh Lake, Michigan