19 November 2017

Autumn Lights

Fells Reservation, Massachusetts

It is November. The Autumn has passed her peak. Slowly treading towards the Winter. Rustling sounds. The Time of Low Sun. And glowing leaves. Brownish weaves. Cascading shadows... Softly scattered light. Edging along. Bouncing off. Passing through. Picking colors on the way. And splashing them over... The Time I sense the Light... being a part of this world.

Fells: It is November. Rustling sounds.

Fells: The time of glowing leaves

Fells: And brownish weaves

Fells: And cascading shadows

Fells: Softly scattered light

Fells: Edging along

Fells: Bouncing off

Fells: Passing through

Fells: The Time I sense the Light... being a part of this world

14 November 2017

Nature's Garden

North Bubble, Acadia National Park

Stepping into the Garden. Bursting with Life. Wherever I look... down, along the trail... left, right... midway across... further away... ALL living... Being Here by their choice... No Weeds. No Likes. No humans, telling these people what is best for them. For millions of years, they have been learning how to live Here... Splashing rain. Or no rain. Swirling winds. Or no winds. Freezing. Dry or wet... Does it matter? Not at all... For them, this is just a day. For me, a VERY SPECIAL day...

North Bubble: A hint of autumn

North Bubble: And another. With unlike crowd.

North Bubble: Down there, strolling autumn

North Bubble: And just across, cascading cliffs. Perfect for pines.

North Bubble: Not to miss long views. Humans love them.

North Bubble: Close to my shoes

North Bubble: Being Here by their choice

North Bubble: Coloring the pathway

North Bubble: How much in common?

North Bubble: Let's see how this works?

North Bubble: And close to the shoes again. Cannot resist.

North Bubble: Giving rosy granite a chance

North Bubble: Looks dry. Does it matter?

North Bubble: All of us enjoying the Sun

North Bubble: Bonsai Little. Suits me well.

North Bubble: Feels good to shelter under this spruce

North Bubble: Among Others

North Bubble: Descending. A look back.

North Bubble: A long view forward

North Bubble: And another



06 November 2017

Points of View

Jordan Pond, Acadia National Park

The deepest Lake on the Island. Flanked by the Mountains. Tracing the glacier's retreat to the north... Deep blue with blue skies. Rippling with the breeze. Sparkling with the Sun... From high above, where I take a deep breath... Or very near, where I see, touch, hear... Autumn reflections. And the Light... ALL merging. In a single soul.

Jordan Pond: Crisp and Blue Day

Jordan Pond: Tracing the glacier's retreat. The Bubbles in the Way.

Jordan Pond: High above

Jordan Pond: Where time loses meaning

Jordan Pond: Deep Blue. Rippling with the Breeze.

Jordan Pond: Sparkling with the Sun

Jordan Pond: Touched by the Sunlight

Jordan Pond: Vibrant crowd alongside

Jordan Pond: Echoing the Autumn

Jordan Pond: To the Last Stalk

Jordan Pond: Creating the Stage

Jordan Pond: Where Light, Color, and Water enjoy their Play

Jordan Pond: Before the Late Sun winks

31 October 2017

Unalike Traveler

Bubble Rock, Acadia National Park

Resting on the edge of abyss. With the views all around... Thousands of years have passed. And Bubble Rock has seen them all... The Rock came here from afar. Rolling along with moving glacier. Until they reached This Spot. Then the glacier turned back. Leaving the Rock behind... in perfect balance...

Bubble Rock: Resting

Bubble Rock: On the edge

Bubble Rock: In perfect balance

Bubble Rock: With the views all around

27 October 2017

Among Boulders

Kane Path, Acadia National Park

Hop, Hop. Step Up. And Down. Feels like a Play. Granite on the right. And on the left. And just in front. Around the Corner. All Boulders... How did they come Here? Geologists tell us the story. These Boulders are break away parts of cliffs. The cliffs that rise high above The Tarn. And have been exposed to harsh weathering. At some point in their past, they fractured. Letting pieces of their bodies tumble down... Crashing. Pushing. Bumping on others already there. And, in the process, creating the Place... Where cedars, spruces, mosses, ferns, lichens... in holes, cracks, nooks... squeezed, secluded, shadowed... find perfect spaces to thrive...

Kane Path: Granite on the right. And on the left.

Kane Path: Crashing from the Above

Kane Path: Secluded with sunlight

Kane Path: Spruces know them well. Edging The Tarn together.

Kane Path: The Tarn. Floating autumn colors.

Kane Path: Exploring the Grassland? Oh No, I know each blade.
Kane Path: Cedar lacework. Makes me Stop. Like an Old Friend.

Kane Path: Granite Common

Kane Path: Narrow

Kane Path: What Boulders regard as a Path

Kane Path: And look where They stand!

Kane Path: Over there. Lichens live their Art.

Kane Path: Hey, We are Here as well

Kane Path: And You too, still about

Kane Path: It is Rocky. Still...

Kane Path: Yes, it is Rocky. Still...