Moving Forward

Crane Estate, Ipswich, Massachusetts

Deep snow ascent.

  Nobody has passed except a deer.

 Following her footsteps.

  

 Then she turns to the right 

   and 

       I move on…

Lively Ocean

Crane Beach, Ipswich, Massachusetts

Along deep snow and ice balls there is the Ocean.

 Bluish and fluid,

  as if not troubled by this wintry freezing.

 

 Nor are the sea ducks.

 Being carried out by the tides and then flying back.

   Again and again.

 Just in time 

   to enjoy 

 this amusing interplay between the birds and the Ocean... 

Snowing

Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Spirited flutter in the air.

 Brings this misty sense of knowing that IT might be there.

  With the touch of ethereal.

   

    Inspired playfulness is everywhere.

   

 On the branches and the leaves.

 In the sunken depths of snow,

  and 

 the marks left behind.

 Where each and every character comes together,

  and the world is dancing...

Some Stick Around

Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts 

More snow and cold. 

  Birds among the withered,  looking for leftover seeds. 

 Lifeless whiteness does not look inviting. 

   But they are here, 

     fluffed in warmth...

A Day to See Trees

Brewster’s Woods, Concord, Massachusetts

Snowing…
 Is it really TRUE ?

 YES, 
   
 and this place shows how the winter feels when snow crystals come for a visit. 

This Day

Walden Pond, Concord, Massachusetts

When the Sun starts coming back, the whole story begins again.
  Everything alive is affected
 because the Sun is energy and energy sparks life.

Even before the science took us over,
  and explained,
 we had carried this belief in our souls.

How could we not ?

The light, the warmth, the being.
The Sun has always been part and parcel of ourselves.
  Deeply implanted,
 and personified through the stories.
 
I admire IT and fear IT at the same time.

 On this day of ITS return...

Winter Banquet

Ward Reservation, Andover, Massachusetts

Piles of pine cone scales
 on the snow covered rocks of stone walls.
 
So many ?
 Too many for a single squirrel.
  Feels like a banquet...

Warmth and smiles on these winter paths.
 
 Where are they?