The woods appear dead without being so. The hollowed-out tree is somehow still alive, still standing, all the more impressive for being diseased. More
Are the colors of summer any less spectacular than the colors of fall? I love walking along a peaceful river and seeing this palette of greens, browns, black, turquoise and even orange. This was a particularly beautiful day in the Michigan woods.
A short drive from the city, southwest Michigan is home to several forests that have remained undisturbed throughout recorded time. There, trees grow enormous and fall, pushed by strong winds or swelling streams, by the shift of a bank that has been shifting for decades. Lightning strikes. More
Photographing an animal is damn exciting, whether it’s a snake, a bird, or a human being. So Celia was thrilled to photograph these fish in the Galien River yesterday.
These photographs, with the contrast adjusted, look like some really bad paint-by-number paintings. Yet Celia could hardly be more pleased with them.
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I’m back in the city, but I may have to keep posting about nature for a while, because now the outdoors is changing almost before our eyes. Every incarnation is fleeting and very exciting. Even a long-dead log lying in a stream.
The log’s hollow is a museum of everything dead and dried out from the previous season. The watery medium in which it rests is a registry of the present, its surface a living digest of the terrestrial, ethereal, and aquatic.
I happened to look down from a foot-bridge, that’s all. The stream showed me two realities of a tree.
Do you think that they feel?
The dearth of snow has made me nostalgic, so much so that I’ve taken to lingering over old photographs of the properly wintry scenes we’ve often enjoyed. Winter has many colors, but, if white isn’t among them, the others are less lovely. Snow is necessary to the beauty of the blotched and riddled bark on the trunk of a tree.
It sets off the greeny beauty of the hardy moss and lichens.
Snow gives the puddle a mod, abstract look that I wish a painter would capture for me . . .
and makes subtle hues pop, enlivening the bare grey boughs of the trees.
I wish for the satisfaction of seeing some snow fall soon!
Mr C and I are heading out to Michigan tomorrow.
There’s a reason Chicagoans cross the Skyway: to get to New Buffalo, Union Pier, or Lakeside—Michigan towns on the other side. That’s where we go to relax, hitting the beaches in summer, walking the woods in winter and spring. It’s a good place for antiquing or a country drive. There we can barbecue and have fireplace fires.
In many winters, there is a lot of snow, the woods offering beautiful scenery. This winter snow is a rarity. I’m not sure whether we’ll find any out there when we go.