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Video – Sunrise on New Years Day
Video taken of Lake Superior waves on the first morning of 2017.
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Poem – Transformation
I watch the sun rise from distant cold moving water. White-capped waves emerge from the horizon and over time they will arrive at my feet standing on the rock strewn shoreline covered in clear ice. I imagine staying here through the passing months when the deep winter takes hold of this land and my body…
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Nature – Water, A Winter Perspective
Standing upon the rocky ledge overlooking the crashing waves of the superior waters, I am taken away from here, while my physical body stays. The soundscape is filled with water, seagulls and tributary rivers. The landscape is gray and cold with whitecaps pushed inward. I kneel with hands clasped behind my back and focus my…
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Nature – Land, a Fall Perspective
Evening approaches the valley shielded under the canopy of oak. The colors change from green began a week ago and today the carpet has become red. A southerly wind rattles the dense forest, shaking loose leaves and small branches. Other than nature it is quiet and calm. I come here for the quiet and calm.…
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Nature – Delicate Relationship
There is something dramatic and something many times larger than us. What surrounds and embraces us with reluctance because we are there within its midst. The thrill of venturing into unknown and undiscovered lands, into unnamed glaciers, lakes with undisturbed shorelines, trails and elevations unknown to maps, lives within us. I desire to truly experience…
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Trees and the True Home
The solitude and calm of a northern MN forest is an inviting and welcome break from the city. Pine trees gently sway in the autumn wind and the sun casts tall shadows beneath the crystal blue. This place is a refuge for animals and people and a delicate balance plays out each day. We are…
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Poem – Calming
What more can I ask for, what more can I expect, than the colors of autumn calming the chaos within.
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Poem – Time
Every day is a battle to find more or slow down or move faster. Yet time is not aware of our desires and continues in one steady direction. The very definition of time is based on processes and natural events occurring millions of miles beyond the grasp of worn and tired hands. Yet we continue…
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Poem – Home
In the first minutes of light time stops and I cease to exist as a physical presence and become a flicker in the air. Without name or boundaries I now exist free and at home.
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Poem – In the Distant Valley
A wanderer of the frozen lands, I stopped at the edge. A silence wrapped in wind and ice scattered across the valley and we took shelter beneath overhanging rock. In the morning after the fire we hiked 7 days to the distant valley steeped in legends of living spirits and the black wolves guarding the…