Showing posts with label Lincoln Conservation Land. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lincoln Conservation Land. Show all posts

13 March 2023

With Others

Lincoln Conservation Land, Massachusetts

I look at this young beech
   gilded with radiant leaves,
      singing and dancing on the slightest breeze.
 
  Shines among pines... 

Lincoln: ... with others...


09 March 2023

A Touch of Snow

Lincoln Conservation Land, Massachusetts

   Walking Lincoln woodlands...
 Some snow on the ground raises the spirits of these sleepy woods.

 Highlights the finest branches, fallen leaves, and some more...
     rolling canvas,
   a lively show of all those usually missing in the play.

  And I observe... 

Lincoln: ... rolling canvas...

Lincoln: ... highlights...

Lincoln: ... in the spirit...

Lincoln: ... of the stars...

Lincoln: ... and I observe...

Lincoln: ... a lively show...

Lincoln: ... of all those usually missing in the play...

Lincoln: ... with others...


06 January 2020

Winterly Adornments

Lincoln Conservation Land, Concord Conservation Land, Massachusetts

... winter walks... sleepy and awake amongst uncovered... stepping somewhere...

Lincoln: ... winter walks...

Lincoln: ...

Concord: ... sleepy and awake...

Concord: ...

Concord: ...

Concord: ... stepping somewhere...

Concord: ... uncovered...

Concord: ...

Concord: ...

Concord: ... back home...



24 December 2019

Gently Rolling

Lincoln Conservation Land, Massachusetts

... Thoreau's country...

In the middle of the 19th century, when Thoreau strolled these lands, they were a mixture of farmlands, pastures, and woodlots. Subdued nature serving humans in their persistent endeavor to make their lives better. And then, by the end of the century, people departed their farms and the nature took over, bringing the land back to a wilder state...

... with echoes of the bygone times...
    Young forests crisscrossed with stone walls and past rural roads.
    Heirs of woodlot pines with some hefty oldies surviving the hatchet.
    ... and... Thoreau's journals...
It requires considerable skill in crossing a country to avoid the houses and too cultivated parts, ____ somewhat of the engineer's or gunner's skill, ____ so to pass a house, if you must go near it through high grass, ____ pass the enemy's lines where houses are thick, ____ as to make a hill or wood screen you, ____ to shut every window with an apple tree. For that route which most avoids the houses is not only the one in which you will be least molested, but it is by far the most agreeable...
JUNE 19, 1852

Lincoln: ... Thoreau's country... in a wilder state...

Lincoln: ... no farmlands... only woodlands...

Lincoln: ...

Lincoln: ... chirping...

Lincoln: ... coloring...

Lincoln: ... twisting...

Lincoln: ... swaying...

Lincoln: ... unconstrained...

Lincoln: ... heirs of woodlot pines...

Lincoln: ...

Lincoln: ... with some oldies surviving the hatchet...

Lincoln: ... stone walls...

Lincoln: ... and past rural roads...

Lincoln: ... echoing the bygone times...

12 October 2019

Delicate Landing

Lincoln Conservation Land, Massachusetts

This morning...
... millions shining, absorbing and reflecting the world I haven't seen...

Lincoln: ... this morning... stopping by millions...

Lincoln: ... shining...

Lincoln: ...

Lincoln: ... absorbing...

Lincoln: ... reflecting...

Lincoln: ... the world I haven't seen...

Lincoln: ... with leaves...

Lincoln: ... and flowers...

21 July 2019

Coping With the Heat

Lincoln Conservation Land, Concord Conservation Land, Massachusetts

On these boiling summer days, a visit to nature feels like an escape...
   ... shading forests... flowering meadows... buzzing dragonflies...
   ... animated lushness...
... where coping with the heat loses its meaning...

   ... blackberries... bring me back in time...

Lincoln: ... through shadows... on this hot day...

Lincoln: ... when a visit to nature feels like an escape...

Lincoln: ... close to leaves...

Lincoln: ... and flowers...

Lincoln: ... come join...

Lincoln: ...

Lincoln: ... with the breeze...

Lincoln: ... and dragonflies...

Lincoln: ...

Lincoln: ... and butterflies...

Lincoln: ... on the meadows...

Lincoln: ... in the forests...

Lincoln: ... where coping with the heat loses its meaning...

Lincoln: ... blackberries... bring me back in time...