Walden Pond, Concord, Massachusetts
Warm days have arrived.
Snowflakes are dissolving, not leaving, just changing.
Do I see them ?
In the rising bubbles of the melting crystals.
In the unveiled earth patches.
Watering the woods.
Do I see them in this baby pine ?...
Estabrook Woods, Concord, Massachusetts
A few days after the blizzard.
Soft drifts are at rest
and
the trees are standing, being themselves.
Others,
tracing where paths do not appear
unless already passed.
Stepping on someone's footprints, in the hope that they will hold.
Sometimes they do,
very often they don't
and my boot sinks into the hole...
Cambridge, Massachusetts
When Nature comes for a visit
it feels as if the urban life has stopped.
Cars are not moving.
Streets,
empty of the traffic sounds. None to be heard.
Bikes are hanging in there, waiting.
Robin looks around from the branch,
somewhat surprised
or NOT
and then flies away.
Leaving me in the crystal whirlpools of silence...
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…
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...
