Recently when I walk along the Potomac, my memories often take me back to Michigan. In early spring these tiny flowers would open up on the side of a winding river sparkling like little gems. They make me think of Bergman and Dreyer’s motion pictures. I think the brightest wild flowers are in Alaska – I have seen them shooting out fiercely next to glaciers and at the foot of Mt. McKinley. Perhaps adverse environments do brew bright spirit – if you are not crashed by it.
My little gems along the Huron River in Ann Arbor