Nelson Memorial Forest, Marshfield, Massachusetts
Following the overgrown pathways to somewhere...
Where the views stream into depths of joint efforts to make this place a living exhibition.
And each step makes me aware that I may not belong here.
Yet,
all the suffusing harmonies and melodies come so close when I hear them...
Charles W. Ward Reservation, Andover, Massachusetts
Late spring or early summer ?
Leaves are still young, bright, perfect.
Mingling through the woods. Dancing with the shadows in light breeze.
Grasses are taller, do not allow cross-walks any more.
And the rocks would not mind.
Ready, as usual, for my boots.
Arriving to the beaver's pond, an artwork of a primeval engineer.
Where all is worked-out without touching anything.
Or so IT feels.
Some trees were sacrificed. All the rest came by nature. Bringing water to those who need IT.
Yet meant for a beaver...
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 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...
Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts
The time when snow imbues the woods
and the flurry of crystals billows around my boots,
but not this time,
still...
It is winter and I am HERE,
amidst the brown shades, glowing beech leaves, brightly colored mosses,
and the low Sun, always close, like a friend,
with the shadows that come along to enrich...
