Photo by Elizabeth Halt
Photo by Elizabeth Halt

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the graveyard coast

May 15, 2017

elizabethhalt.com | the graveyard coast

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.

a peaceful oasis

May 8, 2017

elizabethhalt.com | a peaceful oasis

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

elizabethhalt.com | ethereal

{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)

for the love of french

March 31, 2017

elizabethhalt.com | for the love of french

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.

sunday morning communion

March 19, 2017

elizabethhalt.com | sunday morning communion

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

elizabethhalt.com | holy, holy, holy

elizabethhalt.com | holy, holy, holy

elizabethhalt.com | holy, holy, holy

in the land of ice & snow

February 8, 2017

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

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.)

in darkness & light

January 22, 2017

elizabethhalt.com | in darkness & light

i’m rattling the earth
from a cage without bars.
i’m silent as fury
in wars about wars.

i spit and i sputter –
snap crackle and scorn.
i wait and i wither –
beholden and torn.

surrounded yet lonely,
i’m chilled to the bone.
my spirit is weary.
my heart-strings are worn.

there’s chaos within
and destruction without.
down float feathers from angels;
a bomb took them out.

i can’t seem to find me
in darkness and night;
until i remember
i’m darkness and light.

you’re noticed, you matter, you’re worthy

January 16, 2017

elizabethhalt.com | you're noticed, you matter, you're worthy

i have a collection of lake superior stones in my bedroom that my tiny nephew-friend ben thinks of as his stones. one day in december, we spent hours in the bedroom playing with them. we put them in rows; we made cars & trucks out of them; and then we made them into snowmen.

there was this one moment where i got a little teary because i could tell how much he was enjoying having my undivided attention and i couldn’t help thinking that that’s all any of us want: for someone else to give us their time + attention + appreciation + focus.

we’re all constantly asking – without ever asking at all – whether we’re noticed, whether we matter, whether we’re worthy.

(which we are. of course we are. but sometimes we need to be reminded.)

do you see what i see?

January 5, 2017

elizabethhalt.com | do you see what i see

it’s a tiny insect, skimming along the surface of the water.

go, little insect, go!