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We have been on Campobello Island in New Brunswick for the last ten days on what turned out to be something of a creativity retreat. Lee wrote, I did some photography and poetry, and we took walks, built a fire each night and made one pot meals. The island is a wonderful way to enter into a peace and quiet not available in the daily routine of life here in even a relatively tranquil part of the State.
The first five images are of the seascape seen from Campobello taken this last week. The rest of the photos were taken of some of the flowers that are everywhere on the island, particularly in the Roosevelt compound where every summer the floral displays are truly vivid and beautiful.
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Understanding of the environment is experiential,
and some would say mystical in its essence.
All things mystical are not complex,
a simplicity of understanding explains their core truth.
Watching a sunset for an hour or more
becomes an experience hard to walk away from
before Nature completes Her work.
When darkness finally enters
a sense of knowing a little more -
something of the ineffable presence of the Creator,
becomes a fuller knowing of life's meanings.
Sunset over Cobscook bay New brunswick.
Sunrise over Herring Cove, Campobello Island.
The warm morning sun kisses the seagrass at Herring Cove.
An insect or a dead tree washed ashore at Herring Cove?
Your choice.
On our way to finding a home to settle into,
sometimes a more precarious perch provides a respite
from the numerous flights that make up the day.
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Some of the flowers of Campobello
Reaching for the light
I didn't know that young birds had parachutes
strapped to their backs to help with a first flight!
A small part of the floral displays at the Roosevelt compound.
The "cottage" of Franklin and Eleanor Roosevelt,
only some twenty or more rooms.
There is a spider so enamoured of flowers
that it envelops them with a wondrous web,
not to devour the petals but to hold their beauty close
and safe from the elements of wind and rain.
Everything alive has beauty,
every flower, tree, bird, animal or person
has the loveliness of God present
and available to see when we stop and look.
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My gift of flowers to you, dear reader.
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Some humor:
Peace,
Bill Lagerstrom
