Last week in Cedar Falls, Iowa, was one one of great sadness, but also a powerful display of unity. Many beautiful articles have surfaced on loss, depression, hopelessness, and the fighting spirit. While this article is not one of those, may these images remind you that each day is different than the last, and no two days are the same. The poem, written by the late Wallace Stevens, is up to your interpretation.

These photos are from my most recent trip to the Upper Peninsula of Michigan.

The palm at the end of the mind,

Beyond the last thought, rises

In the bronze decor,

A gold-feathered bird

Sings in the palm, without human meaning,

Without human feeling, a foreign song.

You know then that it is not the reason

That makes us happy or unhappy.

The bird sings. Its feathers shine.

The palm stands on the edge of space.

The wind moves slowly in the branches.

The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.