Where are You ?

Walden Pond, Concord, Massachusetts

    Somewhere... 

45 YEARS of Steps

Walden Pond, Concord, Massachusetts

   TOGETHER, to this day...

Cold days keep the snow light and fluffy.

 Sculpted personas abound, and

  the unseen are present.
    Each one molds its own path,
      some hurry along, others crisscross, but never meet.

  It looks like all of them keep going on purpose,
    with a joy of being that transpires through. 

I wonder if the traces of our steps feel the same way ?
 
   What a JOURNEY ! 

Dispensation from Heaven

Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts   

We have felt that we almost alone hereabouts practiced this noble art;
though, to tell the truth,
at least if their own assertions are to be received,
most of my townsmen would fain walk sometimes, as I do, but they cannot.

No wealth can buy the requisite leisure,
freedom, and independence which are the capital in this profession.

It comes only by the grace of God.
It requires a direct dispensation from Heaven to become a walker...

HENRY D. THOREAU, Walking

Somewhat Different

Estabrook Woods, Concord, Massachusetts   

    Yet in many ways quite alike... 

These Mornings

Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts

When crystals align along the blades of grasses and misty luster suffuses the feelings... 

Sleepless

Breakheart Reservation, Massachusetts
  
Sleepy browns all around
  except the mosses,
    living brightly on this cloudy winter day... 

Master at Work

Breakheart Reservation, Massachusetts

... following the pathway... Pjer has disappeared...

Living with Ocean

Monomoy National Wildlife Refuge, Cape Cod, Massachusetts

Between the ocean and the land... where winds make the rules.
Today is cold and blowy.
Not many birds... they come when it suits them and then leave.
Sands and plants are here, they stay...
   ... absorbing the ocean and creating a place that resonates with each of my cells...

   Is this how it feels to be a part of IT ?

Embraced

Fells Reservation, Massachusetts

This winter, so far, has been almost snowless, unlike winters I truly love...
... brings me five years back to the winter of 2015, the snowiest Cambridge on record... 

... and snowiest memories...