Day and night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs.
—Henry David Thoreau
Autumn is a second Spring, when every leaf is a flower.
And so it has been the last few years in Michigan, when the abundant colors were mirrored in the myriad of lakes and streams–generously having given me material for Photo Challenges past.
Photo Challenge: Favorites
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
Antoine Saint Exupery
If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere insidiously committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?
Every path but your own is the path of fate. Keep on your own track then.
–Henry David Thoreau
Photo Challenge: Lines
Making it momentary as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream.
–Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream
Spring is a late arrival in Michigan this year.