words and pictures....
December 12, 2015
The dike trail at Hellcat Swamp in the Parker River National Wildlife Refuge was opened for a week not long ago. As I walked the trail on the outer western edge of the Refuge, along the banks of the Plum Island River, I could feel the sun so warm and comforting on my back.
There was a special sense of peace felt there walking in this space that see when ever I make a trip to the Refuge.. I asked so often as I stop at Northpool Overlook, “what is out there?” (more…)
December 9, 2015
Musings from my nature writing journal…
A cardinal flew across the road today as I was walking. It darted out from the trees and made a quick trajectory to the other side of the road, flashing its brilliant scarlet-feathered figure in a swift streak before my eyes. I became transfixed upon the stand of trees and brush that the cardinal had descended into, managing somehow despite its brilliant color to blend in to the colorful fall foliage. There it sat hidden in nature’s camouflage. And, I waited, patiently and quietly for him to emerge, ever peering deeper into the wood to catch a glimpse of him fluttering from limb to limb. (more…)
December 7, 2015
Musings on a late summer’s day from my journal…
The tidal waters converged around the sandbar creating a rippling wave that crisscrossed and danced diagonally on the shore. The blue ocean water sparkled in the large tidal basin evoking the vision of a large sapphire sitting in the sun.
As I waded in the warm tidal pool I looked down to see a school of minnows swirling about my feet and my ankles. I imagined that they tickled my flesh as they swam by so swiftly in the sun-warmed water.
What a blessing to have this perfect last beach day soaking up the sun and lolling in the water that was near warm enough to be in the tub. Life was teeming at the water’s edge, from the minnows and hermit crabs to the sanderlings and piping plovers and of course, the large shore birds, the gulls of the Atlantic shore. Soon the cooler fall air would shift into play and the warmer weather birds would migrate.
The vast swarms of swallows had left the refuge just a few days ago. The purple martins were also gone. The songbirds had long moved on. Summer was winding down. The green marshes had been showing a hint of fall color for a few weeks, but suddenly there was a riot of color exploding in bursts across the landscape.
July 8, 2015
I think a lot about traveling these days, but time and money are not easily accessible at this time. So instead, I spend my time traveling the places I would like to visit through my daydreams. I imagine I am walking the green hills of Ireland, or standing on the rocky cliffs watching the blue ocean waves roll gently to the shore.
February 5, 2015
Every time I hear this song, 700 Houses, by Susan Tedeschi, I get chills… This is a great live version from the Cazorla Blues Festival on July 25th, 2009:
700 Houses is on Susan Tedeschi’s 2008 release, Back To The River
May 7, 2014
Look deeply into your reflection to see the depths of your heart and soul. The answers are there in the reflection. Be still like the reflective surface and see your truths.
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