#pure michigan
Who needs a fishing pole? I caught this big boy, I don’t have a fishing pole. Also, painted turtle, cuz I like turtles.
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The Bluebird babies are 10 days old now. They have become vocal, their eyes are open, feathers are starting to emerge. We have gone from “shrimp” stage to “grumpy old gramps” stage. Gayle and Mr. Business continue to be very attentive. Gayle is still spending the night in the box but now that the babies are getting bigger, it is not as comfy for her anymore.
Up north, Michigan
Gichigamii.
Keweenaw Bay Ojibwa Community. My ancestral homeland. Woodlands on the shores of Lake Superior.
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Migizii
// The Eagle has always been revered as a powerful messenger to the Ojibwe people. I managed to capture my first encounter with a Migizii, days before I was given my Native name and clan. Asin-o-Quay, Migizii Doodam. Woman of the White rocks, Eagle Clan.
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light of my life
I might be scheming
there may be another corgi in my clan in another 365 days
the world may never know
you can follow along our adventures on Instagram: @evolutioncorgi
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Big Fish Lake, aka where I grew up. My dad took this photo tonight. Pretty spectacular, no?
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My dad took this gorgeous photo of the lake I grew up on, Big Fish Lake. Here you can see his trusty sailboat anchored in the smaller of the lake’s two bays … and, of course, a stunning southern Michigan sunset.
Photo by Stephen Karlson, June 2015
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