Great Meadows National Wildlife Refuge & Greenough Land, Carlisle, Massachusetts
Strolling the protected grounds of Carlisle...
Put to use by Musketaquid Indians and later-on by European settlers,
with the long history of service to humans, the land had lost the right to mold self well-being.
And then one day,
the Carlisle townsmen decided to protect these pieces and return the land to Nature...
... it is sunny today...
... the sun-rays beam down the multi-layered network of forms and colors...
... passing, breaking, reflecting unfettered, glowing lushness...
10 September 2020
Protected Land Shines
31 August 2020
Summer Home
Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Plum Island, Massachusetts
Parker River skies are swarmed with clouds of Swallows...
... come here each summer,
build their nests in sand dunes, and chase insects around the ponds and grasses...
Every particle vibrates with their joyful energy... what a delight to watch...
19 August 2020
Meet the Clouds
Mass Audubon Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
A place of meadows, forest strolls, beaver ponds...
... and a hill where you can meet the clouds... if lucky...
A place of meadows, forest strolls, beaver ponds...
... and a hill where you can meet the clouds... if lucky...
12 August 2020
Middle of the Summer
Mass Audubon Ipswich River Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
Middle of the summer, has not rained much. Water in ponds is so low...
Lilies do not seem to fuss about that,
their leaves and flowers are in motion, covering much of the surfaces...
... radiating petals... just perfect...
05 August 2020
Why don't you ask her?
Mass Audubon Ipswich River Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
Meadows are glowing... flowery whorls and spikes in pinkish, mixing with greens...
... and a butterfly... I know these orange, pearl-bound wings... Monarch, our first of the season...
Was she born on this meadow?
Meadows are glowing... flowery whorls and spikes in pinkish, mixing with greens...
... and a butterfly... I know these orange, pearl-bound wings... Monarch, our first of the season...
Was she born on this meadow?
Or is this a final stop on her way to Oyamel forests in Central Mexico?...




















































