15 January 2021

Tracing the Ocean

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... 

Crane Beach: ... when the ocean flows away...

Crane Beach: ... weaving through the sand...

Crane Beach: ... gliding...

Crane Beach: ... sculpting...

Crane Beach: ... look here...

Crane Beach: ... slipping from the sand...

Crane Beach: ... rippling...

Crane Beach: ... in the image...

Crane Beach: ... of the ocean...

Crane Beach: ... coming... high tide in three hours...


10 January 2021

Flowing

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...  

Fells: ... a lively stream!!! after all these months...

Fells: ... cascading, sparkling...




Fells: ... good to see you back...


31 December 2020

Is It a New Day?

Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Plum Island, Massachusetts

... opening up...

Plum Island: ... opening up...

 

23 December 2020

Birdly Living

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...

Ipswich River: ... harsh times...

Ipswich River: ... but they keep spirits...

Ipswich River: ... with seeds...

Ipswich River: ... and no fear...




Ipswich River: ... what?...

Ipswich River: ... plainly simple...

Ipswich River: ... eyeful...

Ipswich River: ... sooooo Big...

Ipswich River: ... is this crowding?...

Ipswich River: ... hardly...

Ipswich River: ... up the tower...

Ipswich River: ... and she knows...

Ipswich River: ... fine to wait for a moment...

Ipswich River: ... while under the snow...

 

15 December 2020

After the Storm

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... 

Plum Island: ... after the storm...




Plum Island: ... clouds and sounds are still here...

Plum Island: ... roaring ocean...

Plum Island: ... crashing...

Plum Island: ... spuming...

Plum Island: ... with the resonance of imperial authority...

Plum Island: ... diffusing...

Plum Island: ... in silence...


08 December 2020

Everlasting

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: ... rocks were the first to come...

Fells: ... setting the pathways...

Fells: ... of soily points...

Fells: ... overlap plays...

Fells: ... in continuum...

Fells: ... with turns...

Fells: ... ascents...

Fells: ... and back down...

Fells: ... with these eyes watching...

Fells: ... the motion of living...

Fells: ... perfectly adjusted to the rules...

Fells: ... sparkling...

Fells: ... and enjoying the viewpoint...


30 November 2020

Readying for the Winter

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...  

Fells: ... the winter is not that far-off...

Fells: ... Chickadees...

Fells: ... earnestly caching seeds...

Fells: ... in the bark of trees...

Fells: ... with brief stops...

Fells: ... just to check...

Fells: ... it seems all is known...

Fells: ... even my gaze...