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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

 

The Real Magician was Light Itself

I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches
and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize
that the real magician was light itself“.
…Edward Steichen…

Kensington Park, Michigan

 

Grateful for Flowers

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
—Claude Monet

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.

Matthaei Gardens, Michigan

…so Wonderfully Changes and Renews a weary Spirit

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air, that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

___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.

Southern Michigan forest

 

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