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Nature – Stones
Do the stones we find on the shoreline, inspected closely before placing in a pocket for safe keeping, care that millions of years of effort have vanished? We may live in nature, within its surroundings the forests’ cradling hands, but we must remember the cradling hands found us as they were here first, before we…
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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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Video of Morning Waves
Video taken of Lake Superior waves on the last morning of 2016.
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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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Poem – This is Home
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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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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Poem – Lake Superior Fog
Lake Superior fog rolls north across the open waters and in another time these were the first settlers of the new land.
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Poem – Ocean
Across sullen waters I watch the madness play out each evening. And in the morning I watch land recede until I am the ocean.
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Poem – Memories
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…