Tag Archives: nature

Shinrin Yoku in Michigan

Shinrin-yoku…

is a Japanese word meaning, literally, “forest bathing,” and it refers to the therapeutic effects of time spent in the woods.  We’re very familiar with this concept in MIchigan, though I  don’t think we have such a cool word for it.  These particular trees are in Hartwick Pines state park.  They’re old growth and by a happenstance  have never been logged.

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

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A Gift from the Last Ice Age

Hartwick Pines state park in Michigan is justly famous for its old growth stand of trees which are several hundred years old.  But, hidden among the pines are two lakes left behind when the glaciers retreated from this area 12,000 years ago.  Yesterday, I happened upon one of those jewels, with the cumulus clouds that grace Michigan’s July skies mirrored in the still water.

 

Hartwick Pines state park, Michigan

Serendipity is a Gentle Goddess

“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

Among the ancient pines of Michigan’s northern forests,  I happened upon this jewel of a lake.  Serendipity is a gentle goddess.

 

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

Touch of Nature

One touch of Nature makes the whole world kin.

William Shakespeare

I visited one of my favorite spots on the planet last weekend and found this idyllic scene along the Au Sable River.  The sunken trees may well be leftovers from the logging days of the early 20th century when this river conveyed cut trees to sawmills on Lake Huron, and from there to build cities across the American heartland.  Now, the forest has regrown, an eloquent testimony to the renewal inherent in Nature.

Au Sable River, Michigan

Sunday Cathedral in the Ancient Trees

This is the largest stand of unlogged trees in Michigan, at Hartwick Pines.  Some of the oldest began their life’s journey  when the early French explorers were paddling their canoes on the Great Lakes in the 1700s.  By late evening, the sunlight has fled the lower stories of the forest, leaving its golden traces aloft.

Hartwick Pines, Michigan