Flowers by the Sink

252 :: Sink Flowers

Saturday
hurt by a friend
walking away
it follows me around
all afternoon
and I can’t shake it.

I try to take a walk
and I try to write a poem
and I try to have a conversation,
but still
it stays
and it goes to sleep with me
and wakes up with me
with tears
at the kitchen sink.

Home Again

247 :: Home Kitchen

We spent August away from home, in a little house on the other side of the county, while we rented our house out (to seven different groups of guests). It was equal parts wonderful and ridiculous. But one of the best parts? Coming home again. There is no where else I would rather be tonight than in my home kitchen, chopping up veggies from our beloved garden for the people I love.

247 :: Time for a Work Break, Papa

South Manitiou Island

241 :: After Hiking Seven Miles

On the last Thursday of August we took the Manitou Island Transit Ferry across the big lake over to South Manitou Island. In all my years in Leelanau, I had never been to visit this incredibly beautiful place! We hiked to the valley of the ancient white cedar trees and marveled at some of the only “old growth” forest left in Michigan. (In the Midwest?) Why were these trees (many of them well over 500 years old) not cut down in the 1830s and 1840s when the rest of the island was logged to fuel ships? The wind blew in such a way that the massive tree trunks collected sand from the dunes, and the sand dulled the blades of the loggers saws; and so a beautiful grove of white cedars was left to grow and grow. Walking among them truly feels like entering another time. I loved watching the girls and Wallace marvel at the trees after our epic hike through the woods together.

241 :: This Moss

241 :: Ancient White Cedars

241 :: Little Lake

241 :: Lighthouse Lookout

241 :: My Boys

241 :: On Our Way to South Manitou Island

241 :: Pyramid Point from Lake Michigan

Pyramid Point

245 :: Port Onida Beach

on an overcast day at the beginning of September,
when you want to hold on to summer
even as you know it is slipping away,
come here:

245 :: Greens

find all the colors of the rocks
and gather them up in your hands
and then,
throw them back into the lake
for next year
maybe

245 :: Rainbow Rocks