Tag Archives: creative writing

Light of Abiding Memories

We looked at the venerable stream not in the vivid flush of a short day that comes and departs forever, but in the august light of abiding memories….

Joseph Conrad

pigeon river, michigan

Sturgeon River, Michigan

A Fragrance like Flowers and Sweet-Scented Herbs

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

Matthaei Gardens, Michigan

WPC: Fall Time Favorites

Autumn is a second Spring, when every leaf is a flower.
—-Albert Camus

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  

newburgh lake, michigan

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Matthaei Gardens, Ann Arbor, Michigan

 

Night, the Beloved

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

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Photo Challenge: Peace Comes Dropping Slow

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   

newburgh lake, michigan

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Miracle of Snowflakes

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.

Kensington Park, Michigan