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.
In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility–I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it–and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.
And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you–ask what you can do for your country.
John F Kennedy, Inaugural Address, 1961
The layers of the forest create an ever-changing melody of light and shadow.
The University of Michigan has a wonderful botanical gardens a short drive away from me. Always a rewarding visit, especially as summer reaches full bloom.
___Robert Louis Stevenson
photo taken in a quiet space for renewal, Kensington Park, just northwest of Detroit, an area of wooded hills and lakes set aside 100 years ago by someone with great foresight.
with a doe skipping lightly through the shallows on a summer afternoon.