14 December 2017

In Fantasy World

Lincoln Conservation Land, Concord Conservation Land, Massachusetts

Snow has been falling all night... The Time to come see Nature... Delicate shapes. Undulating and combining. Creating passages. Sparkling in Whiteness... Passing through This World. Composed by Snowflakes. Falling to just the right places... Is it Real? Or a Fantasy? Dissolving behind my steps...

Lincoln: Parallel Tracks. Going.

Lincoln: The Time to come see Nature

Lincoln: In the Moments

Lincoln: When Branches appear alive

Lincoln: And Snowflakes build their Castles

Lincoln: Dressing-up Some

Lincoln: Blown to mist by Others

Lincoln: Texturing the Grassland

Lincoln: In winter attire

Lincoln: Closer to the Moon

Lincoln: And flowering
Lincoln: Sparkling. Descending in shades of magic.
Lincoln: White in Blue

Lincoln: Master Builders

Lincoln: Lichen does not seem to mind

Lincoln: Nor does the Pine




Lincoln: But this Human cares

Lincoln: Bouncing into the Air. Vivacious laughter.

Lincoln: And Free!

08 December 2017

Unannounced

Fells Reservation, Massachusetts

Cool Late-Autumn day. Cloud exhibits up the Sky. Dry leaves all around. The Colors. The Sounds. All Leaves... Trees are ready for the winter. Not much green remains. Excepting vigorous mosses... Mosses do not care about seasons. All they care about is moisture. Any moist day will turn them green. Bringing liveliness into the sleepy forest... Not ALL else might be asleep. Sometimes, the life comes about unannounced...

Fells: Late Autumn

Fells: With Rocks

Fells: And Mosses

Fells: Cloud exhibits up the Sky

Fells: Not All is asleep

Fells: Unannounced

Fells: With Vigor

Fells: And Pride

Fells: Probing the trunk. Not sure how the Lichen feels about.

Fells: And the Sun. Always Here.

05 December 2017

White Hoods on the Show

Black's Nook, Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Hooded Mergansers on Black's Nook. At this Time of the Year? With frosty signs all over. Gliding around the Pond. White Hoods on the Show... I focus on the One. And then He vanishes... diving... waiting... then reappears... until the next dive... putting me in jocular mood... The Frost comes to mind... They must be on their way to the South. Maybe the last time I see them Here. Have a safe trip Guys!

Black's Nook: White Hood on the Show

01 December 2017

On Her Way

Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Morning Frost. Sparkling along the way. The Winter is coming.

Fresh Pond: "The eye rests with equal delight on what is not leaf and on what is leaf." H.D.Thoreau

Fresh Pond: Still Green

Fresh Pond: And the Sun

Fresh Pond: Embracing

27 November 2017

In Search of Old-Growth Forest

Wachusett Mountain State Reservation, Massachusetts

Recently, I looked-up for possible leftovers of Old-Growth Forests. Old-Growth Forest, by definition, is a forest that has not been disturbed by humans for at least 150 years. Not many are left behind farming hysteria of the pre 20th century. All the trees that lived on farmable lands had to be killed. Only those on steep, rocky parcels have survived. And this is where the patches of Old-Growth Forests might be found... One of the places on the list is This Place. The Ranger confirms: Yes, they do exist Here. And shows the trails to follow... Following the trails... rocky ground... trees, colors, streams... the Forest resonates... Any Old-Growth? I do not know... But I will remember...

Wachusett: Rocky

Wachusett: Readying for wintertime

Wachusett: Colorful Young

Wachusett: Vividly coming through

Wachusett: Downward

Wachusett: In the Hemlock Forest

Wachusett: Steep downhill

Wachusett: And Up

Wachusett: Find their ways

Wachusett: Tall and crowny. With stoic aura.

Wachusett: Old Growth Forest?

Wachusett: Down with water

Wachusett: Cascading

Wachusett: Around water loving crowds

Wachusett: Mosses and Lichens cannot be missed

Wachusett: At Home with Rocks

Wachusett: I can jump over

Wachusett: Me as well

Wachusett: The Summit. Mt. Monadnock across. Green energy lurking.

Wachusett: It is all Here

Wachusett: I will remember