Tag Archives: literature

Our Memories, Our Stories

Every person’s memory is their own private literature.

— Aldous Huxley

And I have memories that stretch across several decades of early evenings at Hartwick Pines state park in northern Michigan.

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

 

Beauty in Light and Shadow

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.”
Leo Tolstoy,   Anna Karenina

Summer’s medley, composed of light and shadow.  is now playing at Michigan’s lakes and woods.

Newburgh Lake, Michigan

Kensington Park Michigan autumn fall

Kensington Park, Michigan

near Ann Arbor, Michigan

In Our Own Heart

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?

–Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, Nobel laureate for literature, Soviet Gulag survivor

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

 

Looking Ahead to Magic

And who shall say–whatever disenchantment follows–that we ever forget magic; or that we can ever betray, on this leaden earth, the apple-tree, the singing, and the gold?

Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel

Anticipating Spring on a winter’s day.

Matthaei Gardens, Michigan

Saturday Camus: Our First and Our Last Love

In the light, the earth remains our first and our last love.  Our brothers and sisters are breathing under the same sky as we; justice is a living thing.  Now is born that strange joy which helps one live and die, and which we shall never again postpone to a later time.
Albert Camus, The Rebel

Huron National Forest

Huron National Forest, Michigan