Sunday, the backward look… Yesterday was delightful. On a Sunday, we give ourselves permission to reflect, to consider in the course of a walk in late summer, the perfection of Nature’s effulgence in plant life. After breakfast in Geneva we walked down 3rd Street. We admired the elephant’s ear leaves, purple, green and…
What is that? How often have you asked yourself? Can you remember the last time you wandered around your backyard with no chore in mind, noticing the strange, seeing something beautiful as if for the first time? True confession, — I seldom do just that. On the other hand my grand daughter of two…
What is it about machinery, the proximity of forged, of cast metal, that combination of fire and steel of a machine that has shaped the male psyche of my generation? Will I always fail to do justice to the attraction of the symmetry, the “magic” of artifice, — which strikes home to the male…
A few minutes until 7AM, and the streets of Geneva were silent, traffic on State Street was scarce. A rare sensation of quiescence on a Sunday morning in this river town. It will not last. I begin to write, the raucous sound of the bean grinding machine, the animated conversation of baristas behind the…
I walked in the woods a day after the rain. Several weeks have passed since I last visited. I was delighted at the change, the head-high foliage, the exuberance of mid summer’s transformation of growth. I took some photos of wild flowers. Consider — everything that grows in the marsh belongs where it grows… …
Is there more to say? The only way to know – sit, and prepare to say it. I took several good photos yesterday while strolling around the Fabyan estate Japanese Tea Garden. Few people were about so the wild life were stirring. And there were the summer blossoms at the height of their magnificence. …
Here are some photos that were taken over the past day or so. Flowers fascinate me. A blossom is an extravagance of form, and splendor of light, — in the service of reproduction, more life. The first grouping of photos were taken in the backyard. Some of the flowers were inherited when we moved…
This we know: Earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. -Chief Seattle Four satisfying…
Vacation for me, for our tribe is a place and time apart from the usual day to day responsibilities, from news of national, even far flung happenings, — a bubble of blessed separation. Not that our lives are terrible, we do not live in a war zone, or conditions of extremity. Nevertheless it is…
We arrived at the lake house a short walk from the east side of Lake Michigan. Annually we have a four to five day, all-family get together. The “big event” is the interest derived from being by the big lake. Weather, that is, the wind swept sky, the waves, and the shore itself which…
