Unalike Traveler

Bubble Rock, Acadia National Park

Resting on the edge of abyss. With the views all around... Thousands of years have passed. And Bubble Rock has seen them all... The Rock came here from afar. Rolling along with moving glacier. Until they reached This Spot. Then the glacier turned back. Leaving the Rock behind... in perfect balance...

Among Boulders

Kane Path, Acadia National Park

Hop, Hop. Step Up. And Down. Feels like a Play. Granite on the right. And on the left. And just in front. Around the Corner. All Boulders... How did they come Here? Geologists tell us the story. These Boulders are break away parts of cliffs. The cliffs that rise high above The Tarn. And have been exposed to harsh weathering. At some point in their past, they fractured. Letting pieces of their bodies tumble down... Crashing. Pushing. Bumping on others already there. And, in the process, creating the Place... Where cedars, spruces, mosses, ferns, lichens... in holes, cracks, nooks... squeezed, secluded, shadowed... find perfect spaces to thrive...

Hiking Champlain Mountain

North Ridge and South Ridge, Champlain Mountain, Acadia National Park

Morning sunlight. On the ascend. Needles and cones. Becoming sparser. Glowing granite surfaces. Leading to the summit. Here, winds decide who lives. Pines keep themselves low. Rosy rocks are home to colonies of lichens. The artists living off of the sun and air... Red squirrels sliding. Now and then stopping. With inquisitive looks. Their bird-like chirps make me smile... And winding Butterflies perfect this colorful world... Up in the air, Vultures gliding on the wind. Looking at me. I wave my hand. What a spectacle!... And then these Views... Timeless...