On the Cambridge sidewalk. Stopped by a cheerful crowd. Enjoying dust baths. Amid human passers-by. Busy in their thoughts. Without a single blink... Different worlds...
27 August 2017
Dust Baths
Cambridge, Massachusetts
On the Cambridge sidewalk. Stopped by a cheerful crowd. Enjoying dust baths. Amid human passers-by. Busy in their thoughts. Without a single blink... Different worlds...
On the Cambridge sidewalk. Stopped by a cheerful crowd. Enjoying dust baths. Amid human passers-by. Busy in their thoughts. Without a single blink... Different worlds...
21 August 2017
Solar Eclipse 2017
Fells Reservation, Massachusetts
21 August 2017
Solar Eclipse Day. Partial Eclipse Here.
Three months ago: Thinking of going for the Total.
We choose Grand Teton National Park. All booked... already. Stratospheric prices.
The Park expects CROWDS. Some roads may be closed.
Do I want to be a part of highly-priced, screaming, clapping parade?
I wish to see the Nature get SURPRISED, humans cannot. The science makes sure we don't.
Maybe I can still be surprised. Just a BIT... with the passing clouds...
21 August 2017
Solar Eclipse Day. Partial Eclipse Here.
Three months ago: Thinking of going for the Total.
We choose Grand Teton National Park. All booked... already. Stratospheric prices.
The Park expects CROWDS. Some roads may be closed.
Do I want to be a part of highly-priced, screaming, clapping parade?
I wish to see the Nature get SURPRISED, humans cannot. The science makes sure we don't.
Maybe I can still be surprised. Just a BIT... with the passing clouds...
16 August 2017
From Black's Nook Sketchbook
Black's Nook, Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Once a part of Fresh Pond. Now separate and secluded. With the Life of its own. I love to come Here. Just Stand and Watch... Today, we have a company.
Once a part of Fresh Pond. Now separate and secluded. With the Life of its own. I love to come Here. Just Stand and Watch... Today, we have a company.
11 August 2017
Flowering in August
Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Surrounded by flowers. Unalike in colors and forms. Wish to be different. Yet so harmonious together... Meandering butterfly. Flowers in the way. Coloring our paths.
Surrounded by flowers. Unalike in colors and forms. Wish to be different. Yet so harmonious together... Meandering butterfly. Flowers in the way. Coloring our paths.
06 August 2017
Hiking to Walden Pond
Lincoln Conservation Land, Concord Conservation Land, Walden Pond, Massachusetts
Sunny summer day. We take a train to Lincoln. Yes, the TRAIN! The TRAIN! A Special Treat for me: Riding the train... Hiking through the Forest. Theatrics of Light and Shade... And across the Farmland. Tachys in the showcase fly-overs. I stand and watch... And along Sudbury River. Moving without notice... Coming to Walden Pond. Crystal Blue Walden. Once the glacier. Today the swimmer's paradise... Looking at the blue ripples...
Sunny summer day. We take a train to Lincoln. Yes, the TRAIN! The TRAIN! A Special Treat for me: Riding the train... Hiking through the Forest. Theatrics of Light and Shade... And across the Farmland. Tachys in the showcase fly-overs. I stand and watch... And along Sudbury River. Moving without notice... Coming to Walden Pond. Crystal Blue Walden. Once the glacier. Today the swimmer's paradise... Looking at the blue ripples...
Perhaps on that spring morning when Adam and Eve were driven out of Eden Walden Pond was already in existence, and even then breaking up in a gentle spring rain accompanied with mist and a southerly wind, and covered with myriads of ducks and geese, which had not heard of the fall, when still such pure lakes sufficed them. Even then it had commenced to rise and fall, and had clarified its waters and colored them of the hue they now wear, and obtained a patent of Heaven to be the only Walden Pond in the world and distiller of celestial dews...
HENRY D. THOREAU, Walden
01 August 2017
Feasting on Berries
Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Watching the squirrel feast on berries. And all the acts that go with IT. Quite a sequence. Snips the Twig. Carries IT around. Finds a secure setting. Meticulous resection begins. With stepwise nibbling. The berry is the focus. Until there is no more. Drops the Twig and moves on... This last act evokes Plastic Bottles on trails. Are we squirrels in human clothes? NOPE!.. There is a big difference between the two. The Twig is happily received by a community of micro people. And well on Her way back to nourish trees... Plastic Bottles are left behind. Nobody looks at them. Nobody wants them... except humans.
Watching the squirrel feast on berries. And all the acts that go with IT. Quite a sequence. Snips the Twig. Carries IT around. Finds a secure setting. Meticulous resection begins. With stepwise nibbling. The berry is the focus. Until there is no more. Drops the Twig and moves on... This last act evokes Plastic Bottles on trails. Are we squirrels in human clothes? NOPE!.. There is a big difference between the two. The Twig is happily received by a community of micro people. And well on Her way back to nourish trees... Plastic Bottles are left behind. Nobody looks at them. Nobody wants them... except humans.
