29 September 2021

A Pause

Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Plum Island, Massachusetts
  
Hidden among rocks, almost invisible... these are Sandpipers,
 the shorebirds that summer in Arctic lands and winter in Central America... 
 
Now is the time when they embark upon this long voyage, with a few stops of respite,
  and to fatten-up for the rest of the flight of 4,000 km to their winter homes...

    ... so special to see them here, among these rocks, having a pause...  

Plum Island: ... almost invisible among rocks...

Plum Island: ... these are Sandpipers...

Plum Island: ... taking a respite...

Plum Island: ... from their long journey...

Plum Island: ... so special to see them here...

Plum Island: ... having a pause...


25 September 2021

Golden

Crane Beach, Massachusetts
 
Seaside Goldenrod makes these sand-bound meadows radiate the sunshine...
      in steps with each flower and butterfly,
        while light wind ruffles golden quietude... 

Crane Beach: ... Seaside Goldenrod...

Crane Beach: ... glowing...

Crane Beach: ... in steps with each flower...

Crane Beach: ... and butterfly...

Crane Beach: ... even Monarchs...

Crane Beach: ... radiate sunshine...

Crane Beach: ... with presents...

Crane Beach: ... for all of those buzzing around...

Crane Beach: ... while light wind ruffles...


15 September 2021

In Motion

Crane Beach, Massachusetts
 
Grasses have learned to adopt the wind into their being.
    Swaying streaks of shimmer, the sound of waves and
    
      sandpipers... in the rhythm of the ocean... 

Crane Beach: ... swaying streaks of shimmer...




Crane Beach: ... the sound of waves...

Crane Beach: ... and sandpipers...

Crane Beach: ... waiting for the high tide...

Crane Beach: ... stepping...

Crane Beach: ... in a hurry...

Crane Beach: ... not so much here...

Crane Beach: ... and how about you ?...

Crane Beach: ... I wish to dazzle...

Crane Beach: ... me too...


07 September 2021

Cross Paths

Crane Beach, Massachusetts
 
Walking sand dunes always brings these feelings of entering the world
   where any bit of time and space is in continual change yet stays forever...

A young deer has just crossed our pathway...
   stops and looks at us in wonder, no fear in her eyes, only questions...
 
      and then she leaves in soundless elegance...  

Crane Beach: ... cross paths...

Crane Beach: ... stops and looks...

Crane Beach: ... no fear in her eyes...

Crane Beach: ... only questions...

Crane Beach: ... of who we really are ?...

Crane Beach: ... passing youthful curiosity...

Crane Beach: ... and then leaves in soundless elegance...

Crane Beach: ... while the pathway continues...