I was in Michigan again for a week, working trip mostly but I was able to surprise at least 2 of my children and my Mom - such a fun thing to do, surprise people!
I hate to travel with too much stuff, so I limit my packing to a carry-on only, this means I had to leave my camera behind (although I did consider leaving a few other essentials; underwear, deodorant, etc., but meeting customers without basic hygienic care didn't seem wise) and I missed it every day, especially on my early morning drive from my gracious Sister's house to my office in Hopkins.
In Wyoming our sunrises are beautiful and inspiring with the colors spreading across the sky with the hills and mountains silhouetted - but there is something we miss there - the huge red ball of heat rising up over the horizon, first in an almost blinding half circle as it rises above the flat line of the earth to the East, then as a barely wavering ball of orange, red, and yellows with barren tree branches silhouetted in front of it - I was also blessed with a low thin layer of fog in front of the rising sun.
My favorite Michigan scene: the long, leading lines of farmer's fields where tractors have tilled up the fertile dark soil in preparation for spring's seeding, in each long line there was just enough snow left to leave white stripes stretching across beautifully worked up fields, leading your eye up to the tree lines left between fields and the rising sun behind it - oh, and don't forget the thin line of fog just above the striped fields. Breathtaking.
I did not leave Michigan because I hated it, in fact it has so many uniquely beautiful places I have yet to see - I moved West because the mountains of the West call me, beg me to stand in them, on them, to comprehend the grandness of God's creation and the wonder of being a part of His plan.
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