Tag Archives: photography

If I should die before I wake

When I was a little girl, my mom sat on the edge of my bed and taught me this prayer: Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should die before … Continue reading

Posted in May 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 33 Comments

Oh the flow…

I recently returned home to the Upper Peninsula after a week-long visit with my mom in the Thumb of Michigan.  It’s a 550 mile drive from the western U.P. through the sands of the eastern U.P. through breaking-into-spring greens in … Continue reading

Posted in May 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 70 Comments

Sucker on Mother’s Day

Each spring, when the rivers warm up, fish swim upstream to spawn, to lay glistening baby-fish eggs in their own childhood birth grounds. Each spring the fishermen wait for spawning season to cast their crawlers and hook and line into … Continue reading

Posted in May 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 43 Comments

Quiet spring meditation in the woods

It sometimes takes a long time–a truly long time–maybe even years, or decades, or a lifetime–for one to learn how to truly become quiet in the woods. So quiet, so still, that there is no difference between you and the … Continue reading

Posted in April, 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , | 60 Comments

Icicles, Mist, and the Road Less Traveled

When mist rises from ice-melting rivers and streams, magic ensues. When ice dresses branches and twigs, the world is transformed for an instant, an hour, a brief respite. Winter yawns, thinking it might stretch out another month or two here … Continue reading

Posted in April, 2016 | Tagged , , , , , , | 24 Comments

Jagged ice fields of Lake Superior

If you’re shivering and cold here on this winter day, you might choose to visit another blog. I am aiming to show you some photos of jagged ice on Lake Superior here in Aura, Michigan.  At the foot of Saari … Continue reading

Posted in February 2015 | Tagged , , , , , | 108 Comments

Sprinkling petals atop snow

On some January mornings the sun rises and casts lemon shadows against the blue-shadowed snow. In the night deer nibble spruce branches and bed beneath them during this dark phase of the moon.

Posted in January 2015 | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 80 Comments