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Announcing: Keweenaw Art Walk Publication

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It came, and it’s available on Amazon! From the writers of the Carrot Ranch Literary Community & the beautiful pen & ink captures of Jerome Patryjak comes reverence (in exactly 99 words each) of the Great Lakes and surrounding lands.

This is the 3rd year of this annual art walk; artists and writers are lined up for Sept ’26. I am honored to have been involved in this project, and offer one of my responsive pieces, to share the quality & layout of the book.

And yes, my pieces are about spirits in nature. S’prise!

Here’s a list of the artists featured in this collection: Susan Budig, Colleen Chesebro, Michael B. Fishman, Liz Husebye Hartmann, D. Slayton Avery, Sue Spitulnik, Tammy L. “TOF” Gajewski, Jerome Patryjak, and head buckaroo Charli Mills. Also, much appreciation to the photographer, Ariele Pizzo, and book designer, Laura Smyth.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2026)

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JusJoJan26 Day 29: Prompt

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January 29: PROMPT. Many Thanks to Cheryl for today’s prompt, as we take a moment or two each day this month to reflect on words that come from the community. And thanks to Linda G Hill for getting us organized!

Watcher Doings Extra: Ferah

“Sittin’ on the dock of the bay, watchin’ the tide roll away…”

God knows she’d spent plenty of time staring out at the waves, the gulls bobbing like whitecaps let loose when the winds picked up on gray afternoons. When cold rain dimpled those same white-capped waves on stormy days, she’d stand in the treasures she’d found in the shed, the fisherman’s long jacket flapping around her long legs, a sou’wester tied under her chin, her feet bare and near frozen, but turned northward. The scene was different than what her deep-forested homeland offered up, and sometimes she thought she’d grown up in the wrong place, wrong time.  

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Retreat

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© Ayr/Gray

Many thanks to Jenne Gray and C.E. Ayr for their photo prompt, THE UNICORN CHALLENGE.  02/28/2025). No more than 250 words in length.

He’d become withdrawn since the incident, built a wall, not too fierce, not too tall, but imposing enough to keep most others out. And with Leon the Chameleon guarding the door, he was able to continue life as he now knew it.

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