And The Life Goes ON

Greenough Land, Carlisle, Massachusetts

Here.

 Swampy pond, untamed.

   Where tangible and virtual merge. 

  

 Only the motion makes me see them...  

Fingers

 Greenough Land, Carlisle, Massachusetts    

   Touching the Universe...

Foss Farm and Beyond

Foss Farm, Great Meadows et al., Carlisle, Massachusetts   

Foss Farm is flowering.
 Hereabouts, the parcels of land give those who tend to plants a chance to meet nature.
   With the human touch.
  Built into the colors and sounds, and the spirit of the place.

 Just steps away, a path to the woods.  
  Along the Concord,
    the river that brings persona to this exuberant theater of light and shade.

 Over the meadow, colorfully buzzing.
   The hawk is making rounds, higher and higher, into the clouds;

  and
   the Turtles Crossing warning makes me smile... 

On the Meadow

Great Meadows National Wildlife Refuge, Carlisle, Massachusetts

Meadows are in bloom
    and I expect those colorful flutters amidst the flowers,
         hoping that some may come closer to feel their ripples...

 A single Monarch is over there, suffusing the whole meadow with motion...

  ONLY ONE...
 
 Cannot but think of the recent decision from the International Union for Conservation of Nature
     to place
  Beloved Monarch Butterfly on the Red List of species at risk to become extinct.

  ONLY ONE... 

High Water

Great Meadows National Wildlife Refuge, Carlisle, Massachusetts
   
Concord is in high water.
 During such times, the trail along the river is impassable.
   Except today... all frozen...
   
 Reminds me on J.H.Mitchell's observations
   on how differently humans and nature perceive a floodplain.
 For what humans see as flood to be stopped,
   the plants see as high water. Perfectly adapted, this is just one of their natural states.

   How superb in their calm...

Snow !!!

Great Meadows National Wildlife Refuge, Carlisle, Massachusetts

For me, snow is the queen of winter... I keep waiting, waiting and then she comes...
 ... sparkling over sleepy meadows and woodlands, expected and welcomed...

    ... along the lost paths, with the steps to follow...