17 October 2017

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...

Champlain: On the ascend

Champlain: These Moments...

Champlain: Attached to Lichens

Champlain: Here, winds decide who lives

Champlain: Keeping themselves low

Champlain: Granite shields

Champlain: Perfecting this colorful world

Champlain: Lichens. Up close and personal.

Champlain: Rosy Granite. And the Sun. This is my Home.

Champlain: Living off of the Sun and Air

Champlain: Winding around pine lanes

Champlain: And Up in the Air

Champlain: With inquisitive look




Champlain: Timeless...

Champlain: When views become a part of life
Champlain: The Bowl. A remnant of icy past.

Champlain: On the descent

Champlain: The Leaves become visible

Champlain: Rosy path dives pass cairns

Champlain: Closer to the Bowl. And the Ocean behind.

Champlain: In downhill stride

Champlain: Reaching the Autumn

Champlain: On the trail

Champlain: After the lunch

Champlain: Preparations for the Winter





28 September 2017

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.

Parker River: Tracing Tidal Streams

Parker River: Swirling

Parker River: Flowing

Parker River: Dancing

Parker River: Ridges and Valleys. In Motion.

Parker River: Is It Grass? Or Water?

20 September 2017

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...

Parker River: Meadowy Estuary

Parker River: Where Grasses thrive

Parker River: And Birds Reign

Parker River: Stretching

Parker River: Imbued with Avian Spirits

Parker River: Lounging

Parker River: Soon to Land

Parker River: Wading

Parker River: Swimming. Splashing.

Parker River: Over the Expanse

Parker River: Seems Resolute

Parker River: Watching

Parker River: Low Tide Delights

Parker River: Napping

Parker River: Makes me think...

Parker River: These birds know how to enjoy life...

07 September 2017

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.

Fresh Pond: Looking for seeds

Fresh Pond: Drying petals

Fresh Pond: Among seeds

Fresh Pond: The Place to be

Fresh Pond: Dispersed sunlight. Caught in Silver.

Fresh Pond: Lotus Crowd. Still in Bloom. Diluted by seed heads.

Fresh Pond: On her own. The Kids are gone.

Fresh Pond: Tired Greens

Fresh Pond: Made for each other

Fresh Pond: A touch of Autumn