The power of the suggestive is much greater than the statement of reality.
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.
Among the ancient pines of Michigan’s northern forests, I happened upon this jewel of a lake. Serendipity is a gentle goddess.
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.