Today is a Special Day. When the Moon is closest. And his face fully illuminated... With clear skies, appears even closer... a long way from Home...
31 January 2018
Coming Closest
Cambridge, Massachusetts
Today is a Special Day. When the Moon is closest. And his face fully illuminated... With clear skies, appears even closer... a long way from Home...
Today is a Special Day. When the Moon is closest. And his face fully illuminated... With clear skies, appears even closer... a long way from Home...
28 January 2018
In Defrosting Mode
Fells Reservation, Massachusetts
Deep freeze had lasted... and passed. It is warm, above 10°C (50°F). And the Sun makes it feel like Spring. Fells is in Defrosting Mode. Streams dissolving their ice-coats. Burbling vivaciously... Translucent sculptures holding onto the rocks... Mosses are waking-up. Quickly absorbing water from the snow. Opening their teeny leaves to the Sun. Infusing the forest with bright tints of life... Lichens and Fungi refreshed. Tree Buds tightly closed... No, Trees will not be duped into the idea that this Winter is over.
Deep freeze had lasted... and passed. It is warm, above 10°C (50°F). And the Sun makes it feel like Spring. Fells is in Defrosting Mode. Streams dissolving their ice-coats. Burbling vivaciously... Translucent sculptures holding onto the rocks... Mosses are waking-up. Quickly absorbing water from the snow. Opening their teeny leaves to the Sun. Infusing the forest with bright tints of life... Lichens and Fungi refreshed. Tree Buds tightly closed... No, Trees will not be duped into the idea that this Winter is over.
20 January 2018
Observing...
Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Red-Tailed Hawk sitting up-there. Watching the World from above... Observing... The Eyes to catch. The Beak to kill... Fearful Face. Yet so Magnetic...
Red-Tailed Hawk sitting up-there. Watching the World from above... Observing... The Eyes to catch. The Beak to kill... Fearful Face. Yet so Magnetic...
16 January 2018
Walking back...
Black's Nook, Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Walking to Black's Nook. Lively day over there. Three kinds of ducks on the Pond. Keeping themselves well apart. Floating about peacefully... It is Late Autumn. The food is scarce. Each of them would love to own the whole Pond. Yet, no intention from any to drive away others. Energy is so precious. Only a fool starts a war. Acceptance permeates... A month has passed. It is Early Winter. The Pond is Here. White and Alone... Where are they? Flying somewhere... Walking back...
Walking to Black's Nook. Lively day over there. Three kinds of ducks on the Pond. Keeping themselves well apart. Floating about peacefully... It is Late Autumn. The food is scarce. Each of them would love to own the whole Pond. Yet, no intention from any to drive away others. Energy is so precious. Only a fool starts a war. Acceptance permeates... A month has passed. It is Early Winter. The Pond is Here. White and Alone... Where are they? Flying somewhere... Walking back...
10 January 2018
Sweeping Energy
Cambridge, Massachusetts
Her Name is Bomb Cyclone. Given by Meteorologists. I do not like the Name... For me, she is Sweeping Energy. Swirling Winds. Flying Snowflakes... I enjoy watching... and hear my Planet: Yes, this is Me...
Her Name is Bomb Cyclone. Given by Meteorologists. I do not like the Name... For me, she is Sweeping Energy. Swirling Winds. Flying Snowflakes... I enjoy watching... and hear my Planet: Yes, this is Me...
04 January 2018
Frozen Pond
Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Deeply Frigid Cold. The Pond is frozen. Except for this patch... Rippling... Seagulls flapping... Striking Surface. With twists and turns. Snowy Flecks sprinkled over... Passing by the golf house. Sparrows line the window. Bathing in the Sun. Puffed-up in their parkas... I empathize... Down along the Pond... Underflows streaming beneath. Winding through whiteness...
Deeply Frigid Cold. The Pond is frozen. Except for this patch... Rippling... Seagulls flapping... Striking Surface. With twists and turns. Snowy Flecks sprinkled over... Passing by the golf house. Sparrows line the window. Bathing in the Sun. Puffed-up in their parkas... I empathize... Down along the Pond... Underflows streaming beneath. Winding through whiteness...
