The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a person’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
This peaceful woods is less than an hour’s drive from the clamor of Detroit, a safe harbor amidst the sturm und drang of urban life and a monument to the foresight of the person who preserved a verdant island of Nature about 100 years ago.
This past weekend, a two track road through the forest led me to a secluded lake in Michigan’s Pigeon River state forest.
Yesterday, I visited one of my favorite places, the pristine old growth forest in northern Michigan, and tried to capture its contemplative mood in the day’s waning light.
The home planet, as seen from Apollo 11, 50 years ago. It might seem almost a commonplace now, but when Earth was first seen from the vantage point of a lunar voyage, the image was truly a wondrous one.