Crane Beach, Massachusetts
Low tide is at 11AM, just about the time we will be here...
... when the ocean flows away, leaving the sand sculpted in his own image...
... the dynamics of undulations, waves and ripples, it is all HERE...
... in this fabled world...
Fells Reservation, Massachusetts
A lively stream !!!! after all these months...
... have not seen and heard them for a while and I've missed them... their burbles and sparkles,
cascading through the forest, and a happy beings around them...
Mass Audubon Ipswich River Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
First sunny day after the snow storm.
Most of the unworn nature is in white blanket, the temps hover around -8°C.
Harsh times for birds. But they keep spirits. For them, it is a matter of survival...
... their life force passes through my soul, I feel privileged...
Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Plum Island, Massachusetts
Arriving on the Island right after the last night's storm... clouds and sounds are still here...
I hear the roaring ocean and feel the tremors in my throat...
... surging, crashing, spuming, with the resonance of imperial authority... in silence...
Rock Circuit Trail, Fells Reservation, Massachusetts
Rocks were the first to come and still set the pathways...
Stops and turns, jumps and climbs, viewpoints... the motion of living, perfectly adjusted to the rules...
... with these eyes watching...
Fells Reservation, Massachusetts
The winter is not that far-off.
Chickadees are earnestly caching seeds in the bark of trees, in the cracks of wood.
Flying about, with brief stops, just to check... it seems all is known, even my gaze...
