Hiking Champlain Mountain

North Ridge and South Ridge, Champlain Mountain, Acadia National Park, Maine

Morning sunlight. On the ascend. Needles and cones. Becoming sparser. Glowing granite surfaces. Leading to the summit. Here, winds decide who lives. Pines keep themselves low. Rosy rocks are home to colonies of lichens. The artists living off of the sun and air... Red squirrels sliding. Now and then stopping. With inquisitive looks. Their bird-like chirps make me smile... And winding Butterflies perfect this colorful world... Up in the air, Vultures gliding on the wind. Looking at me. I wave my hand. What a spectacle!... And then these Views... Timeless...

Tidal Dance

Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Plum Island, Massachusetts

Tidal Streams imprinted on grasses. Is it Tidal Streams? Or Wind? Or Both?... Grass carries tides and winds in her Being. Supple Blades absorb their motion. Showing IT to the World.

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.