I sat there and forgot and forgot, until what remained was the river that went by and I who watched… Eventually the watcher joined the river, and there was only one of us. I believe it was the river.
Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It
The power of the suggestive is much greater than the statement of reality.
And so it is that dappled sunlight reflected on a brook can touch you with a feeling of serenity that will re-visit you later, perhaps unexpectedly. If this seems strange, then as a stranger give it welcome.
There midnight’s all a glimmer and the noon a purple glow
And evening full of the linnet’s wing.
W B Yeats, Lake Isle of Innisfree
There’s nothing quite as relaxing as a drive along a green belt road to take in a sunset mirrored on a local lake.
“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.
One touch of Nature makes the whole world kin.
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.