Morning Jaunt Through the Woods

My life motto.

My morning walk through the woods.

They are watching…

One would never guess that an interstate highway is just beyond these beauties.

This guy wanted in on the photography.  He fluttered around me as I took pictures and landed on the bridge so he could star in my photos as well! 🙂

Even the darkest parts of the woods have little pieces of heaven.

Admiring the details of mother nature’s work.

Nature composes the most lovely and relaxing  music.  I could have lounged in the woods all day if it weren’t for the pesky mosquitoes!

My Drizzly Day in Photos

Whoever said that happiness is sunshine, failed to notice the beauty in rain!

And who art thou? said I to the soft-falling shower,
Which, strange to tell, gave me an answer, as here translated:
I am the Poem of Earth, said the voice of the rain,
Eternal I rise impalpable out of the land and the bottomless sea,
Upward to heaven, whence, vaguely form’d, altogether changed, and
yet the same,
I descend to lave the drouths, atomies, dust-layers of the globe,
And all that in them without me were seeds only, latent, unborn;
And forever, by day and night, I give back life to my own origin,
and make pure and beautify it;
(For song, issuing from its birth-place, after fulfilment, wandering,
Reck’d or unreck’d, duly with love returns.)

-Walt Whitman, The Voice of the Rain

Pure Michigan Moments: Photos

Photos taken from my lovely day in Pentwater, Michigan

though fog and haze

may blind your gaze,

always sail

Ever Forward

Stairway to heaven? Nah, just Mt. Baldy.

Hiking barefoot, aka one with nature.

taking a break from climbing sand dunes to climb trees.

Tarzan and Jane have nothing on me…

This spot is my favorite spot in the entire state of Michigan.

Bleeding hearts in my grandma’s garden.

If you love a flower, do not pick it – let it grow wild and free.

(I stumbled upon this lone wild violet in my grandparent’s woods.)

Why hello there, pretty!

We used to cross the creek with that metal contraption.

Be like the bird, who

halting in his flight

on a limb too slight

feels it give way beneath him,

yet sings

knowing he hath wings

-Victor Hugo

My Day in Photographs

Lily of the Valley colonized my entire side yard.

Nothing compares to the scent of fresh Lilacs.

“When the dandelions bloom, you may run barefoot” 

-Grandpa’s words of wisdom at lunch today.

Lounging in weeds, but a weed implies a pest plant that doesn’t belong.

Moxie much prefers dandelions to regular lawn.

Even flowers have freckles!

My afternoon.

“When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive

– to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.”

-Marcus Aurelius