Sunday was family day at a local Michigan park and I captured these feathered friends at lakeside.
Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, they spin not; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
I stopped a few moments to consider at a nearby Michigan park.
Spring has sprung in Michigan, and we celebrate the return of the verdant season, when flowers bloom and birds sing after winter’s long slumber.
Photo Challenge: Jubilant
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.
Photo Challenge: Earth
Behold, the days come, He said, that the plowman shall overtake the reaper, and the treader of grapes him who sows seed; and the mountains shall drop sweet wine, and all the hills shall flow with it.
Last night, I went to see the Detroit Symphony Orchestra play one of my favorite pieces, Beethoven’s 6th, or Pastorale. The Michigan climate did not mirror the music–the April evening was more like February, complete with snow and blustery winds. The music, by contrast, brought a warm glow to the hall. The sublime melodies of Beethoven not only foretold spring and summer days to come, but gave voice, if only briefly, to that spark of Divinity we can touch if we are open to it.