April sunrise over the calm water
a slow dance of light across the surface.
this path now appearing after minutes lost in the
subtle voice of nature opens a watery
light encased portal that is my chance to leave this world.

The biting cold of wind
carrying water off the lake.

A sun rising behind the grey
storm clouds still in the distance.

Ice encased tree
on the rocky point.

Frozen mist carried along
the surface.

Berries cling to barren branches
providing food to robin and chickadee.





In the depth of winter
with the shoreline covered
in snow blown in from the
distant water, this is home.

A place nestled on a cliff
covered in ice as the superior
waves relentlessly carve away
at ancient features, this is home.



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As I watch the April sunrise across
the turbulent waters I am reminded again
of my place beneath cedar and pine
while sitting on the rocks with two puppies.

The race we race each day has left tire tracks upon myself.  Time to get away and seek refuge along the shore of Lake Superior.  Though the leaves long ago were swept from the trees, the skeletons left in the wake shimmered against the deep blue and cloudless sky.  What burdens were carried here, quickly dissolved  into the sea, and melted beneath the early sun.

Lake Superior while a large body of freshwater, is dependent on other sources to keep a sustainable level. If the rivers that drain here do not have enough snow melt at higher elevations, and if the usage from resorts, cabins, homes, is consistent or increases, over time the level is going to drop noticeably. Soon, artifacts from shipwrecks and ancient people will litter an increased shoreline. If the climate continues to change in patterns with higher temperatures and more extremes, and if we are unable to adapt quickly enough, this inland sea may disappear.

This makes sense to me, and is concerning as I watch the sunrise through a fog laced Sunday morning and nothing but calm and peace overlays the chaos within.

I try and think of not thinking and allow the layer to seep further into unseen depths, but it is blocked by more questions that I formulate while sitting by the window overlooking a staircase leading to the sandy beach.

I now see the contradiction and struggle of capitalism and environment, and the need for more revenue, in this economic crisis. While the water level and purity of Lake Superior are critical, so is the revenue for the city and county, and the continued trickling upwards.

Money can buy almost anything, and in these hard times it can buy everything. If a hold was placed on building additional structures around the lake, and limiting the amount of water that can be drawn from its source, cash-strapped cities would be willing to bend and look the other way, if enough money was offered. It can be justified, and the self is placated, to say that we are working on solutions in the long-term.

In the scenario, the cycle is continued and intensified. The environment is further damaged and sacrificed, but not yet quite in obvious ways to the untrained eye. However, there is a limit to natural resources, and over time, the lake will give in and leave this land, lowering the values of existing properties, decreasing demand for a piece of this land, further reducing the revenue for the city and county.

Where does it end?

Photo from Patricia of Twisted Root Studios