Photo Journal

November Rambling

Not yesterday I learned to know The love of bare November days Before the coming of the snow.

Robert Frost

Teardrop pond on a small trail Pier Cove

I ramble into the woods

Where I know I’m small

Where the vastness of trees

Overtakes the me of me.

Walking softly,

feeling the roots

And rotted leaves beneath my feet

I can disappear

with the scrambling squirrels,

blend into the trees

with the wary deer.

I feel the power

Of a soaring hawk,

or a swooping owl

Or the crows calling,

Above the canopy.

We are all the same here

We all belong

we are spirits

we are forest

we are a revery

Of unity

rain soaked fallen leaves on driftwood

the arc of Pier Cove in final autumn colors

Oak leaf catching a little ray of November sun

Saugatuck in stillness

A handful of leaves in the woods

dune grass blowing

Queen Anne sparkling with sunshine

The first two weeks of November have been gloriously wild here. Winter is preparing to show itself. I have been doing a lot of wandering close to home and seeing my home town in a new and beautiful light. It’s always worth looking again at familiar places. I am grateful for where I live.

Thank you so much for being here! I will see you next week!

Cosmos blossom lingers