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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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CedarCliffe Summer’s End

…it was a rainy day. We did not know the direction of the weather until late afternoon.  Then…just like magic…the rain subsided…the sun appeared…joining our thankful hearts.  We were granted once more…a magnificent “Summer’s End”.

Lake Huron NA

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…walk with me …Annabelle beauty

…It is supposed to rain tomorrow.

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I can’t believe that with all of the past rain these Annabelle’s with their fragile stems and huge mopheads/flowers continue to flourish in happiness. As a matter of fact they are my most beautiful bounty every.

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So I needed to capture this, this evening …for tomorrow night many may be resting on the earth’s floor having been overwhelmed by the strength of the elements to come.
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Lake Huron N.A.

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…barge

…it is different this year. A number of mornings since arriving… in front of CedarCliffe I hear the rumble of a tug pushing a barge south… holding cargo of rock to be used to support the bank of a neighbor. That evening the rumble returns as the barge slowly pushing north…empty of her cargo…back to the Bayfield Harbour.

Lake Huron N.A.
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…CedarCliffe summer’s end

Summer's End 2018

…CedarCliffe summer’s end

…CedarCliffe Summer’s End 2018  For many years our Labor Day weekend picnic was spent on Lake Huron beach with a few friends.  We would enjoy hot dogs and  marshmallows on a little campfire as we watched what always seemed to be the most beautiful sunset of the summer. Once the sun settled, our friends would begin to arrive for the traditional bonfire, celebrating our summer’s blessings and sharing goodbye hugs.  Each year as I intentionally burned my marshmallows, mesmerized by the intensity of color in the sky, these friends would always enter my mind: missing them. 
So finally: I invited everyone…
 Now: each Labor Day weekend on Sunday afternoon, CedarCliffe opens it doors.  The tables begin to arrive… the excitement charges the air… the potluck stations are prepared. We experience summer’s end…witnessing the most beautiful sunset of the year….together…the way it always should have been.
Summer’s End…

…CedarCliffe Summer’s End 
Bayfield N.A.

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…snow at rest … click to enlarge

…snow at rest   If you look closely at the horizon, you will see the straits of Mackinac viewed from Mackinac Island in Lake Huron.  Walking the vacant road surrounding the island the air is frigid cold…. the sky silent.  The island is at peace.

…snow at rest 
Mackinac Island N.A.