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
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.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
–William B. Yeats, Lake Isle of Innisfree
Photo Challenge: Rise/Set
She could not fathom the hexagonal miracle of snowflakes formed from clouds, crystallized fern and feather that tumble down to light on a coat sleeve, white stars melting even as they strike. How did such force and beauty come to be in something so small and fleeting and unknowable?”
Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child
This weekend’s foot of snow has given the Michigan landscape a white frosting, but the ephemeral nature of our weather ensures that its presence will be fleeting. Before it disappears, come walk with me across an icy stream and along a woodland trail.