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Monthly Archives: September 2012

Increasingly, I have come to understand that for me a photograph is an encapsulation of an experience with nature.  It is a method of not merely facilitating my attention to the moment as I stand upon the rocks of a wilderness lake, but an almost visceral reminder of time and place.  I have come to understand that the practice of photography is for me a way to internally as much as externally document my travels and the learning that ensued.  It is an invitation to take a moment to pause and consider the myriad ways in which beauty manifests all around.  I am truly grateful for all of this.

During a week this past summer on the Gunflint Trail in the far reaches of northern Minnesota, my wife and I ventured for an overnight into the Boundary Waters Canoe Area (BWCA) Wilderness.  I had hiked into the BWCA a few times over the years, and my wife had paddled there in her youth, but this was the first time I would actually “do” the Boundary Waters.  So, with the little time we had available to us, we paddled several miles in, camped overnight above the shore of beautiful Alder Lake, and then paddled out.  We paddled into the wind both ways; the paddle out was especially vigorous and offered a real taste of the range of Boundary Waters weather.  Yet, there was beauty all around and true joy within.  It was a simply wonderful experience.  As we completed taking down camp that next morning and loading the canoe, my wife called for me to turn around.  There over the lake so close it seemed we could almost touch it was a double rainbow glorious to behold.  It was as if the Boundary Waters had welcomed us.  It was as if the gratitude I felt within was mirrored all around.