Do you see Me?

... approaching the boathouse... getting closer to the stone wall... Do you see Him? Pjer asks... Where? Whom?... Step back... Oh, yes... the eyes, the nose, the lips... we, humans, call IT Gestalt... the ability of brain to perceive forms out of points, lines, curves... profiling the world with the help of our knowledge... if I could only ask this bird...

By the River

Fairhaven Bay, Sudbury River, Concord Conservation Land, Massachusetts

... there is this stone boathouse... I love to stop Here and watch the River...

Buzzzzzz...

Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

... the time for flowers and tiny flyers... giving each other lives... of different colors and sizes...
... filling the air with buzzzzzz...

The Spirit of Water

Walden Pond, Massachusetts

... where fish come to my feet... dancing shadows touch my body... jovial dragonfly lands on my head... and sparkling ripples follow my strokes... encircled... and embraced...

Diving Colors

Walden Pond, Massachusetts

... Walden is blue at one time and green at another... Lying between the earth and the heavens, it partakes of the color of both. Viewed from a hilltop it reflects the color of the sky; but near at hand it is of a yellowish tint next the shore where you can see the sand, then a light green, which gradually deepens to a uniform dark green... In some lights, viewed even from a hilltop, it is of a vivid green next the shore. Some have referred this to the reflection of the verdure... and it may be simply the result of prevailing blue mixed with the yellow of the sand. Such is the color of its iris...

HENRY D. THOREAU, Walden

Like a Duck

Walden Pond, Massachusetts

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