Summer Crowds

 Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

This place is in the middle of the traffic that goes about and never lets IT be in peace.
 Since the pond keeps water that all of us who live here drink,
    surrounding patches of woods, meadows, and Black's Nook are kept as strainers.

 The pockets of urban sprawl where wildlife comes for a visit from time to time,
   and Nature seems to be striving to reassert herself

  in surprisingly unexpected moments...

 

No Space for Ducks

Black's Nook, Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Lotuses have overgrown the nook... no space for ducks...
   ... I see a frog...

Middle of the Summer

Mass Audubon Ipswich River Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts

Middle of the summer, has not rained much. Water in ponds is so low...
   Lilies do not seem to fuss about that,
   their leaves and flowers are in motion, covering much of the surfaces...
 
   ... radiating petals... just perfect...

Water as a Pond

Black's Nook, Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

It is summer... and in summer, we humans think about water... water as a pond, a lake... we can plunge into and forget the heat... is THIS nature's call?... is this the time when we become lotuses, turtles, ducks?... when our primeval instincts take the form of a pond, a lake?...

Mastering Mimicry

Fells Reservation, Massachusetts

Suddenly, little frog jumps out of the way... and stops... exposed yet perfectly hidden...

From Black's Nook Sketchbook

Black's Nook, Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts

Once a part of Fresh Pond. Now separate and secluded. With the Life of its own. I love to come Here. Just Stand and Watch... Today, we have a company.

On a Hot Day

Fells Reservation, Massachusetts

It is Hot today. Close to 35°C (95° F). Tree crowns shadow from the Sun. Leaves fanning the Air around. How noble do I feel in the forest... Recalling my recent Whole Foods exchange with Haiti-born Moise: It is Hot today. He nods. You are well used to it, aren't you? He looks at me: Yes... But in Haiti, you sit under a tree. Here, it is all cement. I smile. How TRUE... Along the Path. Heat dissipates. In the shadows. And swirling breeze.