Author: MyGhostinMe

I am a creative spirit, an old soul and an instigator. My introverted tendencies instigate me to actively seek and explore outside of my comfort zone. It defines me... My favorite joy's are twofold: to create something from nothing....and to look at what is...seeing what could be. I call it creative instigation.
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…walk with me

Sleep Bear Point…my favorite Great Lakes hike….3.5 miles of scenic beauty on the bluffs high above Lake Michigan

The terrain entices my senses.  The peace captures my soul.

Walking the dunes is an unfamiliar experience.  Walking up a dune…each step forward…. drops backward, into a one-half step movement ahead.  Heading down a dune …each descending step sinks into the length of two and balance is the focus.

The topography is forever in a world of flux as the winds find their way into making new pictures in the sands and the barren poles that once were thriving trees are buried in place as the granular tomb of nature absorbs their height.

After some time my imagination takes over…as I look at what is….seeing what could be….on this day I captured a mirage of two bodies of water merging into one.
2020

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… walk with me…help on its way Tag# b 14

Early morning…a barge passes across the waters of Lake Huron in front of CedarCliffe.  Slowly and precisely the tug pushes the flat boat with its precious cargo across the glass of Lake Huron.  The deep drone of its diesel engine bounces across the silent waters and I feel the power as she moves echoing her mission.  As I watch: twice…three times…4 times the little tug must back up…repositioning her bearings for she is moving dangerously close into shore.  Finally… propelling around to the other side … the captain decides to return to the harbor to try the journey another day.  The following morning…he returns… succeeding in their mission to save a neighbor’s precious cottage on the bluff of the waters edge.

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the magic of candles… Tag# b 30

…. every evening we use candlelight during dinner.  It has become a nightly ritual in our home. Somehow the conversation becomes more alive and the meal more delicious when candles are involved.   Often… we light our candles early …enjoying their golden dance as one of us prepares our evening meal. Somehow the simple, soft, dancing light shrinks the challenges of our day and instigates a settled contented peace as we prepare to move into tomorrow.

11.27.2019

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imperfect beauty…

…imperfect beautyAs I place my nose against its form, touching and squeezing its imperfect beauty: my senses tell me that the taste and texture within this tomato is going to be superb… My life’s maturity tells me so.  Year after year…decade over decade…I have sought to find my own technique to master the art of discovering true beauty.  I use this metaphor as my philosophy across the board of my life.  The visual exterior of any object or being… is only a mask of first impression…  engaging and unearthing the substance of what lies within… defines the true essence of what is seen.

… discover the beauty within

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…silent silo…

…silent silo…09.23.19Silently this monument of the past has stood tall, as the acres of earth surrounding her evolved.  She is a mammoth structure. I find it hard to envision the jest of this endeavor during the early 20th century as I imagine men being hoisted to the top of her body as they put the dome into place to protect their future bounty.
I also imagine the stories that she could tell as she observed the rise and fall of the beautiful, graceful development not far from her view that altered her farmed fields forever into a winter wonderland for so many to enjoy.
In many ways her view has travelled full circle.  As the trucks begin to appear and remove the rubble that once stood as a prolific noble anchor to a community….the land will return to its former simple beauty…if even, for a short period of time.
Leelanau 09.23.19

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crooked cottage Tag# b 15

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CedarCliffe II
CedarCliffe II…it all began on graph paper.  One small square represented one square foot  of nothing.  Over time that one square foot transformed into something…taking nothing…. making it into what it all became.

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