The following photos are from different days and times of Lake Superior along the North Shore.
When I see the evening sun
gracefully fall into the forest
and the last rays sweep across the sky
I hear the slow progression of cello and violin
as the music makes room in me for these rare
moments and feelings of peace.
I have been down that road
many times in this life
hoping that what is unknown and unseen
would change, a different result would be waiting
but after years of chasing shadows
and fleeing from truths steeped in stars
I found you waiting beneath the setting sun.
Winter evening sky burns at the horizon
as day falls into night.
Eyes follow the black outlines
of branches reaching toward heaven
through the layered hues and scattered clouds
until they stop at the single white point.
I have seen you each night
from the cement patio as
the city quiets and the distant
trains come to a stop.
I have seen you each night
when sleep finally takes hold.
** From the series “The Integration”
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. Peace abounds as the shadows like a blanket settle over the landscape.
I ride past open fields of golden tops swaying in the wind. The setting sun cast long is bright to the naked eye, but warm, beautiful, and peaceful.
I ride the single-track dirt trail through an immense soundscape of birds calling, squirrels foraging for nuts, and the blue jays singing.
I witness the last preparation of bees. One by one they take flight with cargo, like helicopters slowly leaving the earth, and into the setting sun. Evening dew settles upon the elongated grass, capturing the last rays of light.
The butterfly visited me today. Within the back trails under the coming darkness, the color of wings pushing the air creating a vibration captured my attention as it crossed directly in front of me.
The setting suns light scatters with the thin white clouds occupying the evening sky.
I continue to ride and the trail ascends before flattening out, bringing me between field and placid waters clinging to the last light.
The transition of summer to fall contains a new color palette as greens give way to red, yellow and orange. Flaming red maple leaves fall from the sky as I look up, standing in the middle of the trail.
Memories of distant surfaces
of planets I have not seen.
Mountains beyond the eyes reach
and multiple suns that never set.
Where is the place beyond the
known expanse of space?
I see white petals
falling into the black water
over and over and over.
I stand at the confluence
and water washes over my feet.
I kneel at the confluence
and purple light washes over my body.