22 April 2025

Being Watched

Walden Pond, Concord, Massachusetts

Anytime I step into the woods, there is this feeling that I am being watched.
From the branches, behind the rocks and trunks, inside the bushes.
These eyes.

Every so often I see them, more often I don't,
 but I know
  they are there...

Walden Pond: ... anytime I step into the woods...

Walden Pond: ... there is this feeling that I am being watched...

Walden Pond: ... these eyes...

15 April 2025

Borderland

Borderland State Park, Sharon, Massachusetts

Lots of water...

Walking along Leach Pond, Cedars !!!
I love these trees and don't see them often.
So, why are they here ?

Digging into the past, I find the answer.

Poquanticut Cedar Swamp, which is now underneath Leach Pond, was the large White Cedar Swamp.

In the 1820s,
after the Poquanticut Cedar Swamp was clear-cut of all its trees,
General Sheperd Leach mined the swamp for bog iron ore.
After the bog iron was removed,
a natural earthen berm on the south side of the swamp was raised
to make a pond
to provide water for mills in Furnace Village...


AHA !!!!

The nature has adapted and White Cedars paid the price... 

Borderland: ... looks like their home...

Borderland: ... where woods come...

Borderland: ... close to the water...

Borderland: ... and the paths are shared with the roots...

Borderland: ... of Poquanticut Cedar Swamp callings...

Borderland: ... through colonial farming reminders...

Borderland: ... in freshly grasses...

Borderland: ... with Titmouses...

Borderland: ... of early spring...

Borderland: ... where, after all these years...

Borderland: ... the nature has accepted human industry to her advantage...

Borderland: ... and the oldest dwellers...

Borderland: ... show the ways...

Borderland: ... how many hats have you seen thus far ?...

Borderland: ... passing by...

Borderland: ... stepping in...

Borderland: ... stop...

Borderland: ... and walk around...

Borderland: ... how many moments last forever ?...

Borderland: ... by the bench...


05 April 2025

Searching for the Spring

Brewster's Woods, Concord, Massachusetts

Cool and windy, bundled-up.

Chirps and flirts delight, as the waking songs amidst the browns.

And then there is this water, lots of water,
   in the ponds,
    with young lilies coming through,
  and Canadiens enjoying splashing it around.
 
 A single swan at peace... 

Brewster's Woods: ... chirps and flirts amidst the browns...

Brewster's Woods: ... as the waking songs...

Brewster's Woods: ... and then there is this water...

Brewster's Woods: ... lots of water...

Brewster's Woods: ... with young lilies coming through...

Brewster's Woods: ... and Canadiens splashing it around...

Brewster's Woods: ... the plenty...

Brewster's Woods: ... of peace and quiet...

Brewster's Woods: ... personified...

Brewster's Woods: ... where each flap matters...

Brewster's Woods: ... and Phoebe watches...

Brewster's Woods: ... this hat...

Brewster's Woods: ... inspirited by the liveliness of unperceived...

Brewster's Woods: ... so, where is the spring?...

Brewster's Woods: ... over there...