By train to Rockport... by foot to Gloucester... then jump the train back to Boston...
... and THIS I call Freedom from cars...
15 July 2018
Coasting
Rockport to Gloucester, Cape Ann, Massachusetts
By train to Rockport... by foot to Gloucester... then jump the train back to Boston...
... and THIS I call Freedom from cars...
By train to Rockport... by foot to Gloucester... then jump the train back to Boston...
... and THIS I call Freedom from cars...
09 July 2018
Power of Renewal
Halibut Point State Park, Cape Ann, Massachusetts
The Quarry is central to the Park... the point where humans dug out these dense rocks we call granite... born 440 million years ago, deep in the Earth's crust during the cooling of molten rock... and then pushed to the surface by turbulent powers of uplifting and erosion... their colors and crystals revealed, sparkling in the sunlight... and inspiring human appetites...
Digging began right around 1840... making the place an industrial nightmare... with tools, sounds and sweat... in stubborn attempts to conquer nature... until they called it quits some 100 years later...
Today, tranquility of a lake... seagulls taking a pause... and granite wounds healing... Nature is back...
The Quarry is central to the Park... the point where humans dug out these dense rocks we call granite... born 440 million years ago, deep in the Earth's crust during the cooling of molten rock... and then pushed to the surface by turbulent powers of uplifting and erosion... their colors and crystals revealed, sparkling in the sunlight... and inspiring human appetites...
Digging began right around 1840... making the place an industrial nightmare... with tools, sounds and sweat... in stubborn attempts to conquer nature... until they called it quits some 100 years later...
Today, tranquility of a lake... seagulls taking a pause... and granite wounds healing... Nature is back...
28 June 2018
Aquarelle Reflections
Mass Audubon Ipswich River Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
Drain the swamp... can be heard these days around each corner... the slogan humans like to use without thinking about its true meaning... the wording goes well back in human history... and deeds indeed... we have always been intimidated by our inability to habituate swamps... these pieces of wilderness that simply won't let go... unless we drain and kill them...
... water lilies blooming... little turtle resting... aquarelle reflections... of being alive...
Drain the swamp... can be heard these days around each corner... the slogan humans like to use without thinking about its true meaning... the wording goes well back in human history... and deeds indeed... we have always been intimidated by our inability to habituate swamps... these pieces of wilderness that simply won't let go... unless we drain and kill them...
... water lilies blooming... little turtle resting... aquarelle reflections... of being alive...
21 June 2018
From Leaf to Leaf
Mass Audubon Ipswich River Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
Water Lilies stretch to distance... covering dancing surface of Bunker Meadows...
There... a bird... strolling from leaf to leaf...
Binoculars bring me closer...
I can see the motion of leaves as she jumps from one and lands on another...
And the water responds in ripples...
Looks under the leaf...
At some moments it is a step... at others hop, hop... with a little help from wings...
And the leaves are rolling along...
Water Lilies stretch to distance... covering dancing surface of Bunker Meadows...
There... a bird... strolling from leaf to leaf...
Binoculars bring me closer...
I can see the motion of leaves as she jumps from one and lands on another...
And the water responds in ripples...
Looks under the leaf...
At some moments it is a step... at others hop, hop... with a little help from wings...
And the leaves are rolling along...
14 June 2018
Breakheart
Breakheart Reservation, Massachusetts
The first time I've heard of the Park is from two ladies we have met on Fells... Breakheart... a strange name for a park. The legend says that the Civil War soldiers training in the area found it "lonely and remote" thus breaking their hearts... This, certainly, is a good reason for a visit...
The first time I've heard of the Park is from two ladies we have met on Fells... Breakheart... a strange name for a park. The legend says that the Civil War soldiers training in the area found it "lonely and remote" thus breaking their hearts... This, certainly, is a good reason for a visit...
08 June 2018
Just Blow
Fresh Pond, Cambridge, Massachusetts
Dandelions... I love to see them on spring meadows... sprinkles of yellows over greens... and when the time comes... cloudy balls of tiny seeds... I remember, as a child, when we kids enjoyed blowing into these balls and watching the seeds fly off to the air...with smiles... not knowing that this was exactly what these tiny seeds were waiting for...
Dandelions... I love to see them on spring meadows... sprinkles of yellows over greens... and when the time comes... cloudy balls of tiny seeds... I remember, as a child, when we kids enjoyed blowing into these balls and watching the seeds fly off to the air...with smiles... not knowing that this was exactly what these tiny seeds were waiting for...
