Nashoba Pond, Westford, Massachusetts
This pond began as a hole for excavating sand and gravel.
Later on,
it became a part of protected land
which allowed nature to do its own work in making it alive.
Absorbing spoils,
bringing motions, resting islands, and reflections.
And this island.
How did it come about ?
Does it matter ? Not really.
As long as we are all here...
The Monoliths
The Monoliths, Manchester-by-the-Sea, Massachusetts
15000 years have passed.
Did the glaciers know I would marvel at their tracks ?…
Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts
The island of Asters in bloom.
With all they bring.
Affection.
Goldfinches.
Bouncing among petals. Now I see him, now I don't.
Along the buzz of bees.
Happy place...
Great Brook Farm State Park, Carlisle, Massachusetts
Back in the woods.
After the palettes of petals and wings,
into the playground of lights and shadows.
Sprinkled with mushrooms.
These humble hats.
Raise from the soil,
pushing through the layers of needles and leaves.
Never mind the rocks, will find the way.
As if the whole place is their's to enjoy.
IS IT ?
Makes me smile...
