Parker River National Wildlife Refuge, Plum Island, Massachusetts
Arriving on the Island right after the last night's storm... clouds and sounds are still here...
I hear the roaring ocean and feel the tremors in my throat...
... surging, crashing, spuming, with the resonance of imperial authority... in silence...
Rock Circuit Trail, Fells Reservation, Massachusetts
Rocks were the first to come and still set the pathways...
Stops and turns, jumps and climbs, viewpoints... the motion of living, perfectly adjusted to the rules...
... with these eyes watching...
Fells Reservation, Massachusetts
The winter is not that far-off.
Chickadees are earnestly caching seeds in the bark of trees, in the cracks of wood.
Flying about, with brief stops, just to check... it seems all is known, even my gaze...
Crane Beach, Massachusetts
... clouds seem to be rising from the ocean in layers of water droplets,
in each breath of fading shadows...
... the sounds of waves are telling me that I am still here...
Castle Neck, Crane Beach, Massachusetts
In the morning, the ocean comes to wash their faces...
... sparkling across this elusive world...
Castle Neck, Crane Beach, Massachusetts
Hudsonia spreads over rolling dunes, clothing sandy rises and falls in warm browns...
... grasses sparkle in colorful amalgam of autumnal retreat,
followed by long shadows...
