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unpredictability… Tag# b 13

CedarCliffe… Snow finally arrives, and ice caves are beginning to visit the shore of Lake Huron in front of me. I ponder my love of a Great Lakes winter as I sit, embracing the warmth of my coffee in hand. My imagination sets free, feeling the 8 degrees Fahrenheit beyond my protective walls. The unpredictability of another winter day. Will the wind visit in haste today? Will snow accumulate in mass? I do not look at the forecast. I love the surprise. I think layers will protect as we walk the waters edge today. Does Miss Sophie need her coat? Entering the fridgid cold excites me. To feel the pinch of frostbite knocking at my door awakens me. I have learned through living how to keep it at bay. Yet still, sometimes I invite her into my Soul.
Why do I love this unpredictable season called winter? We have an unquestionable intrinsic bond. Old man winter is as unpredictable as I.

01 08 2022
Somewhere in Time
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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