Articles by Bo Mackison

Devils Lake State Park

Pleasures lie thickest where no pleasures seem:
There’s not a leaf that falls upon the ground
But holds the joy of silence or of sound,
Some spirits begotten of a summer dream.” ~Laman Blanchard

On one of the few sunny days in late October, we traveled 40 miles north and visited the premier state park in Wisconsin, Devil’s Lake. The lake is a big draw for most visitors, but I prefer the trails through the many hardwood forests. The trees had lost just enough leaves that sunlight was filtering onto the forest floor.

Trapped

Nothing endures but change. ~~ Heraclitus

All's Good in Middle Earth

Sending a big virtual hug of congratulations to my oldest kid, the one that moved far away to the East Coast and lives in the Big City, but still likes to ponder life while sitting inside a tree. Congrats on passing the Bar Exam.

Devils Lake State Park

Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
– Stanley Horowitz

The thinnest yellow light of November is more warming and exhilarating than any wine they tell of. The mite which November contributes becomes equal in value to the bounty of July.  ~ Henry David Thoreau