11 September 2010
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s epic poem, published in 1856, Song of Hiawatha is a reminder of why we live here. Largely based on work by Henry Rowe Schoolcraft (March 28, 1793 – December 10, 1864) a reading of Schoolcraft’s bio brings to light the source of many of Michigan’s “Indian” place names… Interesting reading, both the poem and the history.
I just live here… write and photograph, read, learn, watch, listen, often wondering whose footprints I was following…
yesterday I flushed a quail as I walked a trail. Both of us startled, quickly displaying it’s neck ruff and fanned tail, it vanished with a whisper of rustling leaves, blending into thick underbrush… too fast for my camera… at the beach, a very large agate lay waiting discovery.
The Treasures of an hour…
May your day be filled with treasures rich and quiet ~ sources of joy.
~Starbear
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Some people just live here, others connect–
All of history with what they detect.
Smiling creatures, landforms and such–
The place talks to you—-very much.
You grow— like the buds on a tree.
You are informed. Life knows you can see.
AAnii from me
Such an inspiring photo. It brought this small poem to mind:
The Morning Light
Wraps her warm fingers
Gently ’round
And comforts the old Tree.
How beautiful and ethereal. A photo that touches the soul when noticing the branches of the forest trees have given glorious shape to a cross in the foreground to the blazing rays of the fading sunset.