Joe enjoys many outdoor activities. These are some of the photos he has taken. New photos will be added from time to time, so visit often 🙂
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♥ Winter is nature’s sleep. — H.S. Jacobs
♥ I’ve lived next to the lake for most of my years, yet every visit is like a new encounter. ∼ Joe
♥ I hope I can be the autumn leaf, who looked at the sky and lived. And when it was time to leave, gracefully it knew life was a gift.” — Unknown
♥ Mother Nature paints a tapestry, and requires no fee.
∼ Joe
♥ But I miss you most of all, my darling, when autumn leaves start to fall. — Frank Sinatra
♥ There is one spectacle grander than the sea. That is the sky. ∼ Victor Hugo
♥ Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. ∼ Albert Einstein
♥ Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth. —Henry David Thoreau
♥ On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it. ∼ Jules Renard
♥ A day at the lake is priceless. ∼ Proverb
♥ It was the type of morning that brought out the best in us.
∼ Joe
♥ Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty. ∼ John Ruskin
♥ The sky is the part of creation in which nature has done for the sake of pleasing man. ∼ John Ruskin
♥The butterfly is a flying flower. The flower is a tethered butterfly. — Ponce Denis
♥ Some men go fishing all of their lives without knowing it is not the fish they are after.
∼ Thoreau
♥ Where ever our path takes us, we may find peace and beauty.
∼ Joe
♥ So come to the pond, or the river of your imagination, or the harbor of your longing, and live your life.
∼ Mary Oliver
♥ I am the lighthouse, I cannot rescue… but I can help find the way. ∼ Author unknown
♥ All things seem possible in May.
∼ Edwin Way Teale
♥ A flower blossoms for it’s own joy. ∼ Oscar Wilde
♥ Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass. –Anton Chekov
♥ I am unfinished as the shoreline along the beach, meant to transcend myself again and again.
∼ Joan Anderson
♥ But where, after all, would be the poetry of the sea were there no wild waves?
∼Joshua Slocum
♥ Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.
∼ Kahlil Gibran
♥ The sun always shines above the clouds.
∼ Paul F. Davis
♥ In every walk with nature, one receives far more than he seeks.
∼ John Muir
♥ Winter’s icy realm brings a silent stark beauty.
∼ Joe
♥ The clouds hung like a watchful guardian over the icy water.
∼ Joe
♥ Our tradition is that of the first man who sneaked away to the creek when the tribe did not really need to fish.
∼ Roderick Haig-Brown
♥ In the cold, winter held a poetry of it’s own.
∼ Winter’s Passage
♥ Tapestry of the heavens.
∼ Joe
♥ An animal’s eyes have the power to speak a great language.
∼ Martin Buber
♥ When I look at a lighthouse, I see my past and my future. It whispers to me, and I listen. – Scarlett Miles
♥ I am the daughter of Earth and Water, and the nursling of the Sky; I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die.
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♥ Nature’s fury, yields no leeway to man.
∼ Joe
♥ The sun sneaks through the clouds, for a heavenly display on the waters.
∼ Joe
♥ Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
∼ John Muir
♥ In all things of nature, there is something marvelous. ∼Aristotle
♥ Hummingbird—with brave wings she flies. – Anonymous
♥ In all things of nature, there is something of the marvelous. ∼ Aristotle
♥ Water is the driving force of all Nature.
∼ Leonardo DaVinci
♥ A river is more than an amenity, it is a treasure.
∼ Oliver Wendell Holmes
♥ Serenity is not freedom from the storm, but peace amid the storm.
∼ Barbara E. West
♥ If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
∼ Anatole France
♥ In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.
∼ John Muir
♥ Oh the prarie, field of gold, shares its bounty with those who tend it.
Morning Kenosha sky, June 2023
Our harbor, late spring
♥ The flowering fields and meadows arrive on a fare spring breeze.
∼ Joe
♥ Be the sun breaking through the clouds.
∼ A.D. Posey
The Pike River, late winter as it flows through Southeast Wisconsin. Photo by JoAnn Campolo
♥ I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug with a white quilt; and perhaps it says ‘Go to sleep darlings, till the summer comes again. ~Lewis Carrol
Fishing is the chance to wash one’s soul with pure air. It brings meekness and inspiration, reduces our egoism, soothes our troubles, and shames our wickedness. It is a discipline in the equality of men–for all men are equal before fish. —Herbert Hoover