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...
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...
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.
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...
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?
