Thursday, January 31, 2013

Summer Dreaming...

The last day of January is brutally cold and snowy, bringing dreams of summer flowers and dew dripping through green leaves.

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Fruitless Lifeless Boughs of Time


In the last spring I ever knew,
In those last days,
I sat in the forsaken orchard
Where beyond fields of greenery shimmered
The hills at Miller’s Ford;
Just to muse on the apple tree
With its ruined trunk and blasted branches,
And shoots of green whose delicate blossoms
Were sprinkled over the skeleton tangle,
Never to grow in fruit.
And there was I with my spirit girded
By the flesh half dead, the senses numb,
Yet thinking of youth and the earth in youth,
Such phantom blossoms palely shining
Over the lifeless boughs of Time.
O earth that leaves us ere heaven takes us!
Had I been only a tree to shiver
With dreams of spring and a leafy youth,
Then I had fallen in the cyclone
Which swept me out of the soul’s suspense
Where it’s neither earth nor heaven.

Edgar Lee Masters---Spoon River Anthology

Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Forest Mist

The January thaw has arrived and filled the forest full of mist....and mud.

Monday, January 28, 2013

Warm Up Monday

This Monday morning is dark and dreary--- with a delightful drizzle coming down. So here's the hope that this picture of a bee heading for a summer flower brings a bit of summer sun to the day.

Saturday, January 26, 2013

Water Color

A water color sky is reflected into the water of the lake in the misty early winter morning. You only get light like this early in the morning when the sunlight gets filtered through the atmosphere.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Complimentary Bug

Here's a winter warm up picture from the archives. There was a complimentary insect (not a bug true bug) on this coneflower. He crawled out of the petals as I snapped the picture. Guess he was a ham.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Long Roads Taking Their Time...


Driving out through the windmills
And some of them were still
Sometimes it's hard to catch the wind
And bend it to your will

Even though it's hard to know
Just how the story ends
The road is long and it takes its time
On that you can depend

Lay me down in the river
And wash this place away
Break me down like sand from a stone
Maybe I'll be whole again one day

Lay me down, lay me down
Maybe I'll be whole again
Lay me down, lay me down
Maybe I'll be whole again

Somewhere between Heaven and Hell
A soul knows where it's been
I want to feel my spirit lifted up
And catch my breath again

Lay me down in the river---Crosby and Nash

Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Beaver Graffiti

Someone should really tell the beavers at the state park to go easier on the trees!

Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Colder Weather Blowing In

The frosty weather painted the sky full of holes as it blew into the area.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Tiny Plants

A bit of plant life living off a tree trunk glowed in the forest. Tiny, full of water bubbles, this plant sparkled with a brilliant sea foam green glow.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Just Over the Hill

Going along a forest path--- you really don't know what's just over that hill...do you?

Friday, January 18, 2013

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Tree Museums

We are still losing trees at an alarming rate. In some places the understory of the forest has more wood than is standing above. We've been warned about the different types of forests traveling northward as the climate changes. I wonder if this is only the beginning or just a bunch of bad luck only due to  recent winds and storms (that could also be the product of global warming.)  

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Icy Islands


Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

Fire and Ice by Robert Frost

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Pattern of Nature

Relieving the winter grays and browns, this turkey tail lichen appears in great patches in the winter woods bringing rich colors and patterns into the drab.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Horsetail Reed

The Horsetail reeds that grow along streams and rivers are such magical plants. Like a lot of tall plants that grow stream side they have segments. The segment of this reed can be pulled apart and each is strong yet hollow.

The tip of the reed as shown in the photo is a curious place---don't you think?    

Saturday, January 12, 2013

Reflections of Earth and Sky

The sky struggled to open up as the melting lake offered up a frosty reflection of earth and sky.

Friday, January 11, 2013

A Scene from the Farm

Silently standing as the snow fell down on his back---he could have gone into the shelter, this pony seems to prefer the snowfall.

Or it could be he doesn't like the billy goat companions he rooms with.  

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Change is in the Air

Every July, shortly after the solstice, there comes a morning when the air seems different, like the earth is reminding us that summer is only a transient thing that will not last.

Every January, the same thing happens and this week the air held the expectation of spring and summer in it. We've gained nearly 15 minutes of daylight since the winter solstice---maybe it's the additional light that makes the earth feel so expectant.        

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

All You'll Ever Need is Here


Trees need not walk the earth
For beauty or for bread;
Beauty will come to them
Where they stand.
Here among the children of the sap
Is no pride of ancestry:
A birch may wear no less the morning
Than an oak.
Here are no heirlooms
Save those of loveliness,
In which each tree
Is kingly in its heritage of grace.
Here is but beauty’s wisdom
In which all trees are wise.
Trees need not walk the earth
For beauty or for bread;
Beauty will come to them
In the rainbow—
The sunlight—
And the lilac-haunted rain;
And bread will come to them
As beauty came:
In the rainbow—
In the sunlight—
In the rain.

Trees Need Not Walk the Earth
by David Rosenthal

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Reaching Roots

The roots of this tree are used to being in the water. But they are well prepared for dryer conditions too, together they stretch for the water in lean times such as this winter is turning out to be.

Monday, January 7, 2013

Ice and Trees

Trees cast long shadows this time of year on the ice of the Marsh. The main river is still flowing free but the channels are frozen. Under the ice spring is just beginning. Tiny midges, aquatic sow bugs, and beetles are all raising young and growing.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Catching Snowballs

The winds have been so ferocious lately that the empty milkweed pods in the marsh have been collecting snow like baseball mitts.

Friday, January 4, 2013

Footprints of My Guide


She leads me on through storm and calm,
My glorious Angel girt with light;
By dazzling isles of tropic balm,
By coasts of ice in northern night.
Now far amid the mountain shades
Her footprints gleam like golden fire,
And now adown the leafy glades
I chase the music of her lyre.

And now amid the tangled pines
That darkly robe the gorgeous steep
She beckons where in woven lines
The sunbeams through the darkness creep,
And shows in glimpses far below
The champaign stretching leagues away,
Fair cities veil’d in summer’s glow
Or sparkling in the cloudless ray.

At times on seas with tempest loud,
The pilot of my bark, she stands,
And, through the rifts of driving cloud,
To tranquil bays of bounteous lands,
The grassy creek, the bowery shore,
The fringe of many a charmed realm,
She steers me safe by magic lore,
Her white arm leaning on the helm.

When, sick at heart and worn, mine eyes
I bend to earth in long despair,
She lifts her finger to the skies,
The violet deeps of lucid air,
The myriad myriad orbs that roll
In endless throngs in living space,
And all the vision of her soul
Is mirror’d in her radiant face.

George  Francis Savage-Armstrong ---My Guide

Thursday, January 3, 2013

Icicles

When was the last time you tasted an icicle hanging in a wintry sun? Unlike so many things from childhood that don't taste the same, icicles taste the same.

Fresh, crisp and clean---try one for yourself and laugh like a child.  

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Snowy Skies

Giant white, fluffy flakes fell down with great beauty over the holidays. The world becomes a cozy, comforting, quiet place in such a snow.

Hope you have a safe and Happy New Year!