The White Barn

Yesterday, Pat and I meandered through at least two counties on yet another photo safari. We saw at least a dozen deer, 15 or so turkeys, four Sandhill cranes, five turkey vultures, and one rabbit. We saw hundreds, if not thousands, of wild flowers. But Pat was on a mission to find a good old barn (and she had the wheel). So when I saw this white barn so near to the road, I knew we would be stopping. I am glad we did.

The more I age, the more I appreciate the majestic beauty of age. It is a quiet, gentle beauty that presents itself and invites a deeper look. I hope my photos help you see the beauty in this aged white barn.



Flora and Fauna

While I do take other pictures, my favorite photography is nature photography; the flora and fauna of our world. These ten images are mostly flora images, but there are two fauna interested in the flora. Pat and I went looking for a field of wildflowers we had seen in a previous photo safari, but couldn’t find it so we meandered on gravel roads to find other wild flowers. The hibiscus and butterfly images are from Pat’s very beautiful garden. I hope you enjoy them all at the link below.





End of Season



Weed Seeds


Woman on a Mission

I was a woman on a mission; more specifically on Old Mission Peninsula north of Traverse City, Michigan. I joined my spouse for a trip to Traverse City — she for a conference and me to roam Old  Mission and Leelanau Peninsulas. The two peninsulas form Grand Traverse Bay.

At 45 degrees north, the hills and protection from harsh winters (by being so close to water), make this great wine vines territory. The area also has both nature and man-made beauty. I hope you catch the spirit of this beauty from these  photos.



grape expectations

Grape Expectations


Cherry Orchard




Mission Point Lighthouse


Grand Traverse Lighthouse (Leelanau Peninsula)


Morning View



goldenflower with beered

at ease

At Ease

Pond Reflections

As we left the bird sanctuary on Thursday, we headed in the general direction of Chelsea; with side excursions down some gravel roads infested with biting flies. We didn’t get out.

Along the way we came across a couple of personal ponds. They both appeared to be spring fed. I enjoy the abstract, almost impressionistic, quality of water reflections. Here are some of the images plus proof that we made it to Chelsea.


Boat, Pond, & Sky


Boat & Bush




Bubbles and Waves

diving board and bridge

Diving Board & Bridge


Yes, we made it to Chelsea. No, we weren’t riding bikes!

Wild Flowers

When I left our condo to meet Pat, my spouse asked where we were headed. I replied “to gravel roads, blue skies, and the bluebird of happiness”. We found all three.

We went to the largest Audubon site in Michigan: The Phyllis Haehnle Memorial Sanctuary. As we stepped out from the woods, we were greeted with acres of wildflowers. These photos (click on the link to see them all) are all from that location.

One curious few minutes occurred when I unwittingly must have come near a bluebird nest. All at once I was attacked with fly-bys from bluebird Migs or F18s. They would fly directly at my face or the back of my head (never from the side) and then when they were 10-12 inches away, fly over my head. I stood transfixed for a few minutes and enjoyed the aerial display. Hope you enjoy the wildflower images and one guest of the flowers.


Gravel, Wildflowers & Visitors

Pat and I were south of Homer, Michigan in Amish country. We found the kind of gravel roads we seek and it turned out to be a day of wildflowers (and a few other things). I could not get a poem out of my head as we enjoyed a very beautiful morning. The poet is Gerard Manley Hopkins. Maybe the images will speak to you in your own reflection on the beauty of the world around us.

God’s Grandeur

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
    It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
    It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
    And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
    And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.
And for all this, nature is never spent;
    There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
    Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
    World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.


Still Tree Persisted



My friend Pat posted a delightful account of the last ramble we took at  . You can compare her subject matter with mine to see how we often see things differently . . . part of what makes for the joy we have in our outings.

Pat is an extraordinary friend. Our outings are usually the highlight of my weeks.

I offer one photo from that outing that I did not post because I was having trouble making it look like I felt upon seeing the new-growth trees.


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