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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

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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

Touch of Nature

One touch of Nature makes the whole world kin.

William Shakespeare

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.

Au Sable River, Michigan

Sunday Cathedral in the Ancient Trees

This is the largest stand of unlogged trees in Michigan, at Hartwick Pines.  Some of the oldest began their life’s journey  when the early French explorers were paddling their canoes on the Great Lakes in the 1700s.  By late evening, the sunlight has fled the lower stories of the forest, leaving its golden traces aloft.

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

A Summer Medley of Light and Shadow

“All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.”

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

The early evening medley of light, shadow, and reflection plays at a nearby lake.  Summer has haltingly arrived in my corner of the Great Lakes state.

The Bard’s Birthday: In Love with Night

 

Come, gentle night, come, loving, black-browed night,
Give me my Romeo.  And when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

April 23 traditionally marks William Shakespeare’s birthday.  From Romeo and Juliet, one of my favorite passages.

Newburgh Lake, Michigan