northern overlook

winter becomes spring and
summer becomes fall

autumn forest pond

pierce cedar creek institute

two trees talking


summer lake trees

prairie Grass

fall and Winter at Aurohn Lake

spring and summer at aurohn lake

dancing tree

brewster lake shoreline

forest in spring

eye of the forest

cedar creek wetland, fall

the world is a forest


See Mary’s post, and Bob’s post on these pictures…

fall boardwalk

A Walk Through Fall (With Winter Waiting)

Fall is sometimes like a quick walk through a wedding arch – glorious but brief. And winter, with its silent gestating pearls lies just beyond.

When walking through, you can almost hear the sounds of fall, tonal colors, silent yet loud, celebrating an unlikely marriage between the opposites of summer and winter. When they stay together, the most vivid conversation lights up the skies.

To know fall, walk up to this boardwalk barefoot, like a true bride of nature, kissing the earth. It might respond, if you are that close, within breathing distance. Bugs are away, tending quiet business, leaving the floor to you. Mary (related blog post)

cedar creek wetland

cedar creek looking west

Brewster Lake Looking East

brewster Lake Looking West

Escape of time

A photo entitled The Escape of Time

Whenever I walk into Pierce Cedar Creek Institute, I am always drawn to the extensive and beautiful collection of historic clocks from around the United States. I always wonder  – there must be a relationship here, but what is it and what would it look like? The clocks in this nature setting are already a bit surreal, but how to create meaning from this unique juxtaposition became intriguing. I felt that a surrealist photo could best relate these two elements, and a clock floating in Cedar Creek suddenly seemed “normal”. Since I have always loved surrealism, this photo is likely my favorite. But without Bob’s skill in superimposing images, this photo would not have been possible. As with most of our photos, this was truly a joint creation. I’ll leave it to the viewer to ponder the delicate mysteries of the photo itself. –Mary

Forest trail