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...

Diving Colors

Walden Pond, Massachusetts

... Walden is blue at one time and green at another... Lying between the earth and the heavens, it partakes of the color of both. Viewed from a hilltop it reflects the color of the sky; but near at hand it is of a yellowish tint next the shore where you can see the sand, then a light green, which gradually deepens to a uniform dark green... In some lights, viewed even from a hilltop, it is of a vivid green next the shore. Some have referred this to the reflection of the verdure... and it may be simply the result of prevailing blue mixed with the yellow of the sand. Such is the color of its iris...

HENRY D. THOREAU, Walden

Like a Duck

Walden Pond, Massachusetts

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Water as a Pond

Black's Nook, Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

It is summer... and in summer, we humans think about water... water as a pond, a lake... we can plunge into and forget the heat... is THIS nature's call?... is this the time when we become lotuses, turtles, ducks?... when our primeval instincts take the form of a pond, a lake?...

Princely Tree

Cambridge, Massachusetts

... in afternoon sunlight...
I stop and look at this tree... like an alien in the midst of here... Albizia... the name comes from Italian nobleman who brought her from Persia to Europe... without her butterflies... populus calls her Silk Tree for her silken flowers... these roseate brushes touching the moment... without her butterflies...

Coasting

Rockport to Gloucester, Cape Ann, Massachusetts

By train to Rockport... by foot to Gloucester... then jump the train back to Boston...
... and THIS I call Freedom from cars...