Tidmarsh Wildlife Sanctuary, Plymouth, Massachusetts
Lush, green.
Just about there must be a free flowing stream.
Wildly dense.
Young pines are thriving.
Here,
Fowler's Toad, almost invisible.
Over there,
Oriole likes to be seen.
So many flowers, buzzing.
Emergent forest celebrates...
Stony Brook Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
From the bridge where the marsh meets the pond,
I look around...
Exotic Lythrum grabs the eyes though being regarded as an outsider and a major threat to wetlands.
Water Lilies are smiling...
Heron on descent over there.
Muskrat swims with a purpose while turtles bask in pure calm.
Swallows have borrowed a house from Wood Ducks to raise their family,
a little one has just taken the first flight... must be the MOMENT, one step closer to the freedom...
And they all enjoy to be here...
... I derive more of my subsistence from the swamps which surround my native town than from the cultivated gardens in the village... Why not put my house, my parlor, behind this plot, instead of behind that meager assemblage of curiosities, that poor apology for Nature and Art, which I call my front yard?... Yes, though you may think me perverse, if it were proposed to me to dwell in the neighborhood of the most beautiful garden that ever human art contrived, or else of a Dismal Swamp, I should certainly decide for the swamp...
HENRY DAVID THOREAU
