Think About

 Estabrook Woods, Concord, Massachusetts

 I always think about the Sun on this day.
 
 When darkness comes early and stays long,
    the nature is asleep,
   and
        the cold makes me put on an extra gear to stay warm...

In Windy Shines

 Crane Beach, Ipswich, Massachusetts    

 And then I walk into this salt marsh world behind sand planes,
  where marvels appear
  of one mind with the grasses and the sunlight.

  Gleaming in the rhythm of windy curves...

Living Playhouse

Crane Beach, Ipswich, Massachusetts   

Long legs in a hurry.
 I know these walkabout strides.
   Sandpipers !!!
 
 Should be on their way to warm places.
  But they are still HERE.

 Adorning the edges of sandy coasts, with their swift runs against the waves.
 
  It is all about food, this is what we are told.
 Why then do I feel that it is this play with the waves that thrills them?
  
  Such a delight to watch... 

Here Again

 Crane Beach, Ipswich, Massachusetts    

This is the time of year when sea ducks come to winter in the mouth of Parker River.
  Always in motion,
    and in harmony with the rising and ebbing of tides.

The ocean brings food but also enables them to live in their own skin,
  on this very edge of water and land.

    Out there...

At the Right Place

 Walden Pond, Massachusetts    

Always lovely to walk along myriad paths of Walden area.
Left and right, upward and down, next to the points where Thoreau felt at home.
 
Around here,
  we choose to make an extra meander which brings us to the pond a bit later.
 
    There !!!! Bald Eagle !!!!  Circles down, touches the pond, and ascends.

  Just in time...

Coming Together

Crane Beach, Ipswich, Massachusetts   

  Windy today...
The whole beach is in ripples, just like the ocean.
With gusts blowing the sand all over and letting the grains smooth over the past.
 
  And then it all begins again.

New hats and steps are here until they are not.
 
  And then it all begins again... 

Jewell Hill

 Jewell Hill, Ashby, Massachusetts    

What a name !!!
The word jewel may stem from Latin jocus, that which causes joy.

A serene piece of woodland,
 where plants paint and sculpt,
   and the leaves descend in twists and turns. On their way to earth.

Sublime to watch and feel the rhythm of their dance, hoping that one will land on my hand.
 
  Rustling along the pathways...