Where Birds Reign

Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Plum Island, Massachusetts

It is the Year 1942. Humans reserve this piece of Earth for birds. And name it Parker River National Wildlife Refuge. The estuary where three rivers meet the Ocean. Where Fresh and Salty intermix. Where Grasses and Wildflowers thrive. Protected from the Ocean by sand dunes... This place has belonged to birds from the very first blade of grass... Today we, humans, do not encroach. Are not allowed to. Except to take a peek from marked spots... And there they are... Flying... Swimming. Splashing... Lounging. Napping... Groups. Pairs. Singles... Wading... Being There... Makes me think... NO, it is not all about survival. These birds know how to enjoy life...

Closing Summer

Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Flowering is receding. Birds weaving around. Looking for seeds... Drying petals... Chirping crickets... The Goose on her own. The Kids are gone... Pensive Heron over there... Exhaustion in the Air. The Summer at an end.

Windless

Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Windless. The Pond. The Mirror. Perfect expression of Silence. Deeply touching my Soul...

Dust Baths

Cambridge, Massachusetts

On the Cambridge sidewalk. Stopped by a cheerful crowd. Enjoying dust baths. Amid human passers-by. Busy in their thoughts. Without a single blink... Different worlds...

On Solar Eclipse Day

Fells Reservation, Massachusetts

Solar Eclipse Day. Partial Eclipse Here... Three months ago: Thinking of going for the Total. We choose Grand Teton National Park. All booked... already. Stratospheric prices. The Park expects CROWDS. Some roads may be closed... Do I want to be a part of highly-priced, screaming, clapping parade?... I wish to see Nature being SURPRISED. We, humans, cannot get SURPRISED. The science makes sure we don't... Maybe I can still be surprised. Just a BIT... Passing clouds between US...

From Black's Nook Sketchbook

Black's Nook, Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Once a part of Fresh Pond. Now separate and secluded. With the Life of its own. I love to come Here. Just Stand and Watch... Today, we have a company.

Flowering in August

Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Surrounded by flowers. Unalike in colors and forms. Wish to be different. Yet so harmonious together... Meandering butterfly. Flowers in the way. Coloring our paths.