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Still Winter, Cave Point

Photographs by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Sturgeon Bay Harbor

a photograph by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Capture

a photograph by Kevin Michael Davis, our son, Alazanto)

Capture

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Loon

a pastel by Ethel Mortenson Davis

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Main Falls at Box Canyon

photograph by Alazanto, Kevin Davis, our son

Main Falls at Box Canyon November 18, 2007

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A Last Burst of Fall Color

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Planting the Wings of Monarch Butterflies

by Thomas Davis

In Southern Door an aging man, face fixed,
Pulled up beside a country road and walked
Toward a wooden fence where milkweed mixed
With grass and weeds, fall’s fiery colors stalked
Into a forest’s weave of summer green,
The season’s changing edged into the day.

Beside the fence the man bent down, serene,
Intent on picking milkweed pods, a fey
Gleam in his eyes. He got into his car
And drove until he found an empty field,
Stopped, pulled a pod out of a mason jar,
And freed milk fluff into a wind that wheeled
Time through the winter to a glorious spring
That sprung a summer graced with monarch wings.

Note: After reading an editorial by Peter Devlin in the Door County Advocate.

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Cave of the Mounds

a photograph by Sonja Bingen, our daughter

Cave of the Mounds

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by Thomas Davis

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He talked about the mirror of the lake,
reflected trees and cloud and sky, the still
so absolute, the waters dark, opaque,
no wind, no breath, no birds, no human will
to mar the moment made for memory
entangled in the webs of days and hours
that jumble, jangle, pounce, drone, laugh, and flee
across and through the fields of flowers
surrounding us and all the love we miss
but know inside our livers, gall stones, hearts
as hours blend into hours and all our bliss
becomes a mirror that is but a part
of floating on a lake of trees and sky.

As rain begins to fall, a loon begins to cry.

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Summer Clouds

a photograph by Sonja Bingen

Clouds

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