Choate Island, Crane Estate, Massachusetts
The island is a glacier formed drumlin at the mouth of Essex River.
Long loved by humans.
Agawam Indians, Choate Family, Crane Family.
Lots of stories, buried in the clam shells, rocks and earth, in the grasses and spruces.
Houses.
None lives here today.
Only the island, in its animate solitude, with the white clouds...
Crane Beach, Ipswich, Massachusetts
The summer season is officially finished.
And we are here...
Sunny crowds are dispersed over the sand,
sounds of motor driven boats, coloring the sandbars;
and the sails.
They are all here...
Sharing the beach with seagulls and sandpipers.
Aliens with natives...
Foss Farm, Great Meadows et al., Carlisle, Massachusetts
Foss Farm is flowering.
Hereabouts, the parcels of land give those who tend to plants a chance to meet nature.
With the human touch.
Built into the colors and sounds, and the spirit of the place.
Just steps away, a path to the woods.
Along the Concord,
the river that brings persona to this exuberant theater of light and shade.
Over the meadow, colorfully buzzing.
The hawk is making rounds, higher and higher, into the clouds;
and
the Turtles Crossing warning makes me smile...
Foss Farm, Carlisle, Massachusetts
Oozing warmth from shiny yellows.
From flower to flower.
Goldfinch zigzags, picking seeds, with a brief stop in a leafy hideout.
The bees are all dusty but carry on, resolutely.
These petals...
and another Goldfinch, pulls out the seed, waits for a bit, and flies away.
The flowers salute...
