In the icy grip of the polar vortex, a Michigander’s thoughts turn to Spring…
And who shall say–whatever disenchantment follows–that we ever forget magic; or that we can ever betray, on this leaden earth, the apple-tree, the singing, and the gold?
Thomas Wolfe, Look Homeward, Angel
Matthaei Gardens, Michigan
In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer.
And that makes me happy. For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.
Kensington Park, Michigan
Newburgh Lake, Michigan
The more you know yourself,
the more patience you have for what you see in others.
Michigan, early autumn
Athena sent them a favorable wind, a strong-blowing West wind that sang over the wine dark sea.
Summer musings on a gray November day: one of Michigan’s inland “seas,” Lake Michigan, the dunes that line her leeward shore, and the visitors who play there at the invitation of warm temperatures and blue skies.
Warren Dunes and Lake Michigan