18 November 2018

The World Beyond Waves

Great Head, Acadia National Park

... into the misty forest... attentively splashing water with my boots... the moisture is pervasive and so deeply ingrained here... lichens and mosses attached to the branches... this space feels like a festival... in form, in color, in life...  then the cliffs open-up and here it is, roaring Ocean...  the harshness of the Ocean and gentle Forest... how can these two live so close?... yet, they do...

Great Head: ... into the misty forest...

Great Head: ... ascending...

Great Head: ... leaving Sand Beach below...

Great Head: ... attentively...

Great Head: ... lichens attached to the branches...

Great Head: ... the moisture is pervasive...

Great Head: ... and so deeply ingrained...

Great Head: ... feels like a festival...

Great Head: ... in form, in color, in life...

Great Head: ... then the cliffs open-up...

Great Head: ... and here it is... roaring...

Great Head: ... the harshness of the ocean...

Great Head: ... and gentle forest... how can these two live so close?...

Great Head: ... yet, they do...

14 November 2018

Waves in the Mist

Sand Beach, Acadia National Park

... clouds have descended on Sand Beach... the waves appear from indefinite... swooshing... in foamy spreads... each different... breaking, circling, pushing... the seagulls above are reveling in the wind's twirls... silhouettes remind me of the world beyond waves... 

Sand Beach: ... clouds descending...

Sand Beach: ... from indefinite...

Sand Beach: ... swooshing...

Sand Beach: ... in foamy spreads...

Sand Beach: ... breaking, circling, pushing...

Sand Beach: ... silhouettes remind me of the world beyond waves...

06 November 2018

Why do I Hike?

Gorham Mountain, Acadia National Park

I told a dear person I'd been in Acadia. She asked me had I climbed The Precipice?... NO.... Had I climbed The Beehive?... NO... A confusion on her face and then the silence. She could not come up with anything else to ask...
          ... a glance at Beehive... crowds as usual, I guess... reaching for the high point... I continue my hiking... in the company of rocks and trees... following lichens into rolling distance... where the Ocean meets that Line... and back... the Trail takes me in...
          ... ALL in my eyes and ears... the time has lost its meaning...

Gorham: ... light and shade theatrics...

Gorham: ... the forest on a sunny day...

Gorham: ... a glance at Beehive...

Beehive: ... crowds as usual... reaching for the high point...

Gorham: ... I continue... in the company of rocks and trees...

Gorham: ... filling the gaps...

Gorham: ... splashing the outsides...

Gorham: ... cascading...

Gorham: ... into rolling distance...

Gorham: ... moments...

Gorham: ... beyond the trees...

Gorham: ... and closer...

Gorham: ... where the Ocean meets that Line...

Gorham: ... and back...

Gorham: ... with the life on rocks...

Gorham: ... the trail takes me in...

Gorham: ... slides...

Gorham: ... stops...

Gorham: ... and disappears...