The Cooperative

Lindentree Farm, Lincoln, Massachusetts

... on my left are farm fields... like an army... orderly, in rows... growing under careful human supervision... on my right is a narrow strip of land... where grasses have escaped and formed the cooperative with other escapees... where butterflies come for a visit... and I enjoy watching...

Phantom Revealed

Walden Pond, Massachusetts

... THERE... a six-legged flier humans call Phantom Crane... for her long legs... and the way she drifts through the air... touches the Pond... and disappears... like a Phantom... and the surface stays silent...

Summer Collage

Lincoln Conservation Land, Massachusetts

... walking alongside meadow... a leftover between the swamp and the gardens... and the trail which brings the passerby so close but not closer... I stop and look at the collage of colors and forms... without a scheme... where each finds a space for life... and enchants observers...

Do you see Me?

... approaching the boathouse... getting closer to the stone wall... Do you see Him? Pjer asks... Where? Whom?... Step back... Oh, yes... the eyes, the nose, the lips... we, humans, call IT Gestalt... the ability of brain to perceive forms out of points, lines, curves... profiling the world with the help of our knowledge... if I could only ask this bird...

By the River

Fairhaven Bay, Sudbury River, Concord Conservation Land, Massachusetts

... there is this stone boathouse... I love to stop Here and watch the River...

Buzzzzzz...

Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

... the time for flowers and tiny flyers... giving each other lives... of different colors and sizes...
... filling the air with buzzzzzz...

The Spirit of Water

Walden Pond, Massachusetts

... where fish come to my feet... dancing shadows touch my body... jovial dragonfly lands on my head... and sparkling ripples follow my strokes... encircled... and embraced...