Water as a Pond

Black's Nook, Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

It is summer... and in summer, we humans think about water... water as a pond, a lake... we can plunge into and forget the heat... is THIS nature's call?... is this the time when we become lotuses, turtles, ducks?... when our primeval instincts take the form of a pond, a lake?...

Princely Tree

Cambridge, Massachusetts

... in afternoon sunlight...
I stop and look at this tree... like an alien in the midst of here... Albizia... the name comes from Italian nobleman who brought her from Persia to Europe... without her butterflies... populus calls her Silk Tree for her silken flowers... these roseate brushes touching the moment... without her butterflies...

Coasting

Rockport to Gloucester, Cape Ann, Massachusetts

By train to Rockport... by foot to Gloucester... then jump the train back to Boston...
... and THIS I call Freedom from cars...

Power of Renewal

Halibut Point State Park, Cape Ann, Massachusetts

The Quarry is central to the Park... the point where humans dug out these dense rocks we call granite... born 440 million years ago, deep in the Earth's crust during the cooling of molten rock... and then pushed to the surface by turbulent powers of uplifting and erosion... their colors and crystals revealed, sparkling in the sunlight... and inspiring human appetites...

Digging began right around 1840... making the place an industrial nightmare... with tools, sounds and sweat... in stubborn attempts to conquer nature... until they called it quits some 100 years later...

Today, tranquility of a lake... seagulls taking a pause... and granite wounds healing... Nature is back...