14 April 2017

A Butterfly on Early Spring Day

Fells Reservation, Massachusetts

Mourning Cloak is looping in the air. Transmitting the joyful feeling of an early, warm and sunny, spring day. Lands on a near-by log. Capturing the whole attention onto herself. For a Moment. And then flies away.

Fells: Lands on a near-by log

Fells: Capturing the whole attention

Fells: Mimicking artfully

11 April 2017

Not so Easy Here

Mink Lake Trail, Olympic National Park

These Fallen Trees! Removing them from the trail here is a whole different proposition.

Mink Lake Trail: Unblocked

Mink Lake Trail: A hiker's toolkit won't do here

Mink Lake Trail: Done! Passable!

Mink Lake Trail: Who is the bypasser?

08 April 2017

With a Little Help...

Fells Reservation, Massachusetts

This fallen tree has been blocking the trail for over a month. Nobody from the DCR crew seems to be passing by. Everybody is using a self-made bypass. Looking each day more and more as an official trail. And something about that does not feel right...? Pjer always carries a hiker's toolkit with all the useful and other tools. He has it ALL. Shall we do it? Need I ask? He is working. I am photoing. Cut. Remove. Cut. Remove... DONE! Passable! Plants can now recover what belongs to them.

Fells: Blocked Trail. Shall we do it? Need I ask?

Fells: Removing

Fells: Cutting

Fells: Removing

Fells: Cutting

Fells: Done! Passable!

04 April 2017

First Sign of Spring

Fells Reservation, Massachusetts

Fells is drowned in water. Vernal Pools popping around. The Trails are streaming. Gurgling Choruses permeate the space. The snow is melting. First Sign of Spring.

Fells: Melting

Fells: Soaking

Fells: Streaming

Fells: Cascading

Fells: Gliding

Fells: Dripping

Fells: Overflowing

Fells: Floating

Fells: Meditating

Fells: Detouring

Fells: The trail. First sign of Spring.

29 March 2017

Unrestrained River

Elwha River Trail, Olympic National Park

Hiking along the River. I can hardly recall the last time I walked along a River. We humans confuse a Channel with a River. The channel for delivery of human goods. And for dumping human trash. The source from which to take water for growing human food. And from which to take energy for living human ways. Shackling a River into the Channel to make her work for us... Hiking along. Watching. Listening. Crystalline Burbles. Meandering cheerfully. Pushing through cliffs. Unbounded energy. Working for nobody. And for everybody.

Elwha River: Hiking along

Elwha River: Watching

Elwha River: Listening

Elwha River: Crystalline Burbles

Elwha River: Meandering cheerfully

Elwha River: Foaming

Elwha River: Sparkling

Elwha River: Pushing

Elwha River: Alternate pathways

Elwha River: Working for nobody. And for everybody.

23 March 2017

Peculiarly Squirrelish

Fells Reservation, Massachusetts

Red Squirrel. With complicated Latin name: Tamiasciurus Hudsonicus. She is not an urban creature. Prefers the freedom of forests. Not very many remain on Fells. Seeing Her here is a real treat. Recalls John Muir's enchanting writings about Douglas, her close cousin from the Pacific Coast.
All the true squirrels are more or less birdlike in speech and movements; but the Douglas is preeminently so, possessing, as he does, every attribute peculiarly squirrelish enthusiastically concentrated. He is the squirrel of squirrels, flashing from branch to branch of his favorite evergreens crisp and glossy and undiseased as a sunbeam. Give him wings and he would outfly any bird in the woods. His big gray cousin is a looser animal, seemingly light enough to float on the wind; yet when leaping from limb to limb, or out of one tree-top to another, he sometimes halts to gather strength, as if making efforts concerning the upshot of which he does not always feel exactly confident. But the Douglas, with his denser body, leaps and glides in hidden strength, seemingly as independent of common muscles as a mountain stream. He threads the tasseled branches of the pines, stirring their needles like a rustling breeze; now shooting across openings in arrowy lines; now launching in curves, glinting deftly from side to side in sudden zigzags, and swirling ingiddy loops and spirals around the knotty trunks; getting into what seem to be the most impossible situations without sense of danger; now on his haunches, now on his head; yet ever graceful, and punctuating his most irrepressible outbursts of energy with little dots and dashes of perfect repose. He is, without exception, the wildest animal I ever saw,...

JOHN MUIR, The Mountains of California

Fells:  Reddish brown. Grayish white. Sparkling whiskers.

Fells:  The Colors of the Forest

Fells:  Graceful nibbling

Fells:  I know you are watching

19 March 2017

A Day for Watching

Keokea Bay, Hawai’i aka Big Island

The Hurricane has just passed by the Island. First Thought: The Waves. No surfers today. They say: It is too chaotic. Or too dangerous? I do not see the chaos. It is the Size. It is the Power. Crushing into the Cliffs. An Infinite Energy. Giving IT to the Cliffs. To the Air. And to Me. In millions of flying droplets.

Keokea Bay:  A Day for Watching

Keokea Bay:  The Hurricane has just passed by the Island

Keokea Bay:  First Thought: The Waves

Keokea Bay:  No surfers today. They say: It is too chaotic.

Keokea Bay:  Or too dangerous?

Keokea Bay:  I do not see the chaos

Keokea Bay:  It is the Size

Keokea Bay:  It is the Power

Keokea Bay:  Crushing into the Cliffs

Keokea Bay:  An Infinite Energy

Keokea Bay:  Giving It to the Cliffs

Keokea Bay:  To the Air

Keokea Bay:  And to Me