Tag Archives: beauty

crisp.

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last night’s walk in the park

 

“it is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam.

this crisp winter air is full of it.”

-john burroughs

 

 

 

 

 

argo park, ann arbor, michigan, usa – february 2021

snow was falling.

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grand circus park, detroit, michigan, usa – 1920s

walking in the beautiful snowfall yesterday, it was clear some things never change, even after 100 years

“snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees

that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.”

-mary oliver

 

 

photo credit: historic detroit

 

spectacle.

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there is one spectacle grander than the sea,

that is the sky; 

there is one spectacle grander than the sky,

that is the interior of the soul.

-victor hugo

Arcadia Dunes, C.S. Mott Nature Preserve, on the shores of Lake Michigan, hiking Old Baldy Trail – October 2020

flowery language.

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today the water flowers spelled out their words in cursive writing

what do you think they were saying?

 

“can we speak in flowers? it will be easier for me to understand.”

-nayyirah waheed, Salt 

 

 

furstenberg park, ann arbor, michigan, usa –  june 2020

falling all around.

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 beautiful walk in the rain today

discovering

a newly made waterfall

spring flowers in the mud

brilliant green moss

growing on the trees

in the quiet woods.

 

 

“the rain is falling all around,

it falls on field and tree,

Ii rains on the umbrellas here,

and on the ships at sea.”

-robert louis stevenson, a child’s garden of verses

beneath.

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Beneath The Sweater And The Skin

How many years of beauty do I have left?

she asks me.

How many more do you want?

Here. Here is 34. Here is 50.

When you are 80 years old

and your beauty rises in ways

your cells cannot even imagine now

and your wild bones grow luminous and ripe,

having carried the weight

of a passionate life.

When your hair is aflame

with winter

and you have decades of

learning and leaving and loving

sewn into 

the corners of your eyes

and your children come home

to find their own history

in your face.

When you know what it feels like to fail

ferociously

and have gained the 

capacity

to rise and rise and rise again.

When you can make your tea

on a quiet and ridiculously lonely afternoon

and still have a song in your heart

Queen owl wings beating

beneath the cotton of your sweater.

Because your beauty began there

beneath the sweater and the skin,

remember?

This is when I will take you 

into my arms and coo

YOU BRAVE AND GLORIOUS THING

you’ve come so far..

I see you.

Your beauty is breathtaking.

 

 

 

 

Credits: Author: Jeannette Encinias, Studio Yuki Photography, Thank you Russ Thomas