I have visited Central Mine in the Keweenaw Peninsula many times, both alone and with a love. This hunting camp is quite bucolic and so typical of UP hunting shacks. I have photographed it many times, but always manage to find a new bit of architectural detail or a different angle.Always vacant, but I am sure I would not want to meet the inhabitants armed only with my Canon Mark II 5D on opening day.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning, 1806 - 1861
We cannot live, except thus mutually We alternate, aware or unaware, The reflex act of life: and when we bear Our virtue onward most impulsively, Most full of invocation, and to be Most instantly compellant, certes, there We live most life, whoever breathes most air And counts his dying years by sun and sea. But when a soul, by choice and conscience, doth Throw out her full force on another soul, The conscience and the concentration both make mere life, Love. For Life in perfect whole And aim consummated, is Love in sooth, As nature’s magnet-heat rounds pole with pole.