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The Soul’s Merging

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

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A Marvelous Renewal

In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous

~ Aristotle

The view last weekend from the high banks of the Au Sable River in northern Michigan.  100 years ago or more, rugged loggers rolled cut trees down the sandy “Rollways” to the river, which took them to sawmills on Lake Huron.   Such  work was fraught with danger and it wore men out by their mid-30s.  The lumber built the burgeoning towns of the American Midwest, but vast areas of Michigan were denuded.  During the 1930s Depression, a nearby plaque explains,  400 million trees were planted to reforest northern Michigan, by out-of-work young men  who joined the federal “Civilian Conservation Corps.”   Theirs was a dual renewal–that of the forest and of the young men’s hopes for the future.

Au Sable River, Michigan and the “Rollways”

Sand, Wind, and Time Weave their Magic

Along the Lake Michigan coastline,  the onshore breezes have been piling up mountainous sand dunes  since the last Ice Age.  Nature has employed her  instruments of sand, wind, and time to fashion a wondrous landscape.  But, even In this harsh environment, life is ever encroaching on the sands.

 

Warren Dunes, Michigan

Warren Dunes, Michigan

A Gift from the Last Ice Age

Hartwick Pines state park in Michigan is justly famous for its old growth stand of trees which are several hundred years old.  But, hidden among the pines are two lakes left behind when the glaciers retreated from this area 12,000 years ago.  Yesterday, I happened upon one of those jewels, with the cumulus clouds that grace Michigan’s July skies mirrored in the still water.

 

Hartwick Pines state park, Michigan

Serendipity is a Gentle Goddess

“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.

 

Hartwick Pines, Michigan