31 October 2017

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...

Bubble Rock: Resting

Bubble Rock: On the edge

Bubble Rock: In perfect balance

Bubble Rock: With the views all around

27 October 2017

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...

Kane Path: Granite on the right. And on the left.

Kane Path: Crashing from the Above

Kane Path: Secluded with sunlight

Kane Path: Spruces know them well. Edging The Tarn together.

Kane Path: The Tarn. Floating autumn colors.

Kane Path: Exploring the Grassland? Oh No, I know each blade.
Kane Path: Cedar lacework. Makes me Stop. Like an Old Friend.

Kane Path: Granite Common

Kane Path: Narrow

Kane Path: What Boulders regard as a Path

Kane Path: And look where They stand!

Kane Path: Over there. Lichens live their Art.

Kane Path: Hey, We are Here as well

Kane Path: And You too, still about

Kane Path: It is Rocky. Still...

Kane Path: Yes, it is Rocky. Still...

17 October 2017

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...

Champlain: On the ascend

Champlain: These Moments...

Champlain: Attached to Lichens

Champlain: Here, winds decide who lives

Champlain: Keeping themselves low

Champlain: Granite shields

Champlain: Perfecting this colorful world

Champlain: Lichens. Up close and personal.

Champlain: Rosy Granite. And the Sun. This is my Home.

Champlain: Living off of the Sun and Air

Champlain: Winding around pine lanes

Champlain: And Up in the Air

Champlain: With inquisitive look

Champlain: Timeless...

Champlain: When views become a part of life
Champlain: The Bowl. A remnant of icy past.

Champlain: On the descent

Champlain: The Leaves become visible

Champlain: Rosy path dives pass cairns

Champlain: Closer to the Bowl. And the Ocean behind.

Champlain: In downhill stride

Champlain: Reaching the Autumn

Champlain: On the trail

Champlain: After the lunch

Champlain: Preparing for the Winter