Photo by Elizabeth Halt
Photo by Elizabeth Halt

meet cleo

June 7, 2017

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i found her in the lake and took her home and it seems she was not as gone as i initially thought she was.

we’ll see if she recovers from her watery adventure!

attention is the beginning of devotion

May 29, 2017

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elizabethhalt.com | attention is the beginning of devotion

elizabethhalt.com | attention is the beginning of devotion

“You, too, can be carved anew by the depths of your devotion.”

~ Mary Oliver

the graveyard coast

May 15, 2017

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apparently the coast near the au sable lighthouse – i went camping in the pictured rocks national lakeshore over the weekend – is nicknamed the graveyard coast because of all the shipwrecks that occurred there.

this is the remnants of one of them. can you see it?

after staring, & staring, & staring, i decided that this is a shipwreck that doubles as an optical illusion. i’d think i saw the ship (what was left of it, anyway), then it would seem to disappear beneath the waves & water, then i’d wonder if it was only my imagination. repeat ad nauseam.

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a peaceful oasis

May 8, 2017

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just around the bend from a waterfall, i found a quiet spot for a picnic.

(and by picnic, i mean licorice.)

ethereal

April 30, 2017

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{an extremely irregular series comprised of visual definitions}

ethereal

adjective ethe·re·al \i-ˈthir-ē-əl\

1 : lacking material substance

2 : marked by unusual delicacy or refinement

3 : suggesting the heavens or heaven

(definition courtesy of merriam-webster)

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for the love of french

March 31, 2017

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for years, i’ve had a desire to be fluent in another language.

for just as many years, i’ve made exactly zero progress on it.

i tried to convince myself to learn japanese.
i tried to convince myself to become more proficient in german.
i tried to convince myself to learn italian.
i tried to convince myself to learn spanish.

i had practical reasons for – and, i thought, some level of interest in – learning all of those languages. still, nothing ever happened.

last week, in a moment of clarity, i realized why i was procrastinating.

the language i wanted to learn was french, and french seemed impractical.

when i spoke the reason out loud, it seemed so silly. why did i need a practical reason to learn french? why couldn’t i learn french simply because i wanted to?

and so i am. learning french, that is.

no convincing or forcing required.

for me, the act of learning french is an absolute pleasure. everything about it makes me happy.

it’s the best way to learn, really. i don’t know how i forgot this.

good night from a great horned owl

March 27, 2017

who whowhowho who who.

it is the hoot of a great horned owl, floating through the dark night and into my bedroom window at thirty second intervals.

like the rattling bugle call of the sandhill crane, the low, deep, full call of the owl touches me deeply, in the place that is always wordless.

who whowhowho who who.

it says:

be still.
all is well.
be still.

(and of course, that’s not really what the owl is saying, because the call is not directed toward me at all. but at the same time – i hear both the owl and my heart say – it really is.)

sunday morning communion

March 19, 2017

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elizabethhalt.com | sunday morning communion

elizabethhalt.com | sunday morning communion

elizabethhalt.com | sunday morning communion

the sky was thick with clouds this morning so, instead of a rising sun, i saw a band of pale yellow at the horizon.

still, i was surrounded by beauty. a deer watched me quietly from the snowmobile trail before darting off into the woods, white tail held high; miniature waves lapped quietly at the shore; the sky & the lake were dressed in steely grey-blues; and the world was so still that it felt like nature was holding its breath in anticipation of the sun.

holy, holy, holy

March 7, 2017

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elizabethhalt.com | holy, holy, holy

elizabethhalt.com | holy, holy, holy

in the land of ice & snow

February 8, 2017

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elizabethhalt.com | in the land of ice & snow

elizabethhalt.com | in the land of ice & snow

elizabethhalt.com | in the land of ice & snow

elizabethhalt.com | in the land of ice & snow

winter scenes from one of my favorite lake superior beaches ~ eagle river.

wherever there is snow, imagine crystal clear water. (now you know why my beloved lake is so chilly.)