The World Beyond Waves

Great Head, Acadia National Park

... into the misty forest... attentively splashing water with my boots... the moisture is pervasive and so deeply ingrained here... lichens and mosses attached to the branches... this space feels like a festival... in form, in color, in life...  then the cliffs open-up and here it is, roaring Ocean...  the harshness of the Ocean and gentle Forest... how can these two live so close?... yet, they do...

Waves in the Mist

Sand Beach, Acadia National Park

... clouds have descended on Sand Beach... the waves appear from indefinite... swooshing... in foamy spreads... each different... breaking, circling, pushing... the seagulls above are reveling in the wind's twirls... silhouettes remind me of the world beyond waves... 

Why do I Hike?

Gorham Mountain, Acadia National Park

I told a dear person I'd been in Acadia. She asked me had I climbed The Precipice?... NO.... Had I climbed The Beehive?... NO... A confusion on her face and then the silence. She could not come up with anything else to ask...
          ... a glance at Beehive... crowds as usual, I guess... reaching for the high point... I continue my hiking... in the company of rocks and trees... following lichens into rolling distance... where the Ocean meets that Line... and back... the Trail takes me in...
          ... ALL in my eyes and ears... the time has lost its meaning...

On the Rainy Day

Witch Hole Pond Loop, Acadia National Park

... circling boggy, wooded areas with ponds ... and the beaver's home... all in the view: the dam, the house, the pond... haze in the air and dead trees mystify the place... raindrops tapping the stillness... the master is asleep...