So much of what I see is filtered by a brain long conditioned to recognize patterns. If that were not the case, my bet is every day would be a…
I find it easy to lose track of time—both minutes and eons—when I’m in the dunes. More important are the light, wind and the stillness in which quiet can be…
The dunes of Lake Michigan are always a magical spot. Whether arriving at dawn in quiet, golden light or on the tail end of an immense storm, there are few…
Nature overflows with patterns, whether growing branches, ripples in a pond or the fan of petals on a flower. Many are images of some sort of tension. None is “perfect”—such…
I remember as a kid being fascinated by “invisible”writing techniques, in part because they involved exotic things like lemon juice and candle soot. I was amazed to find circles and…
In Michigan at the moment along the shores of Lake Michigan. The past two mornings up at sunrise to wander in the dunes. Quiet, amazing light, tales of what happened…
