Thursday, February 24, 2011

Looking More Closely

My life since the last post has been a whirlwind.  My wife, Amy, is a candidate for Town Clerk in Burlington (see AmyForClerk.com).  Someone took out nomination papers to run against her 1/2 hour before the deadline last week.  That spun us up into action - there were people to call, websites to build, mailings to send and strategies to implement to meet the challenge.  Thankfully, the deadline for that person to return their signatures has passed, without them being returned, so life has returned to "normal".

It was incredibly quiet this morning at Great Meadows.  The temperature at sunrise was a balmy 10F.  Despite the lack of wind, that seemed to scare away all the people, and most of the animals.  The lack of wind blowing through the trees and reeds combined with the lack of birds singing made for an eerie silence.  The silence broken only by the sound of snow crunching beneath my feet.

The extreme quiet was the perfect antidote to my crazy week.  The camera felt strange in my hands.  I wasn't sure what I wanted to shoot.   Stopping at the bridge over the outlet between the upper and lower impoundments, I stopped to photograph the interplay between ice and water.  

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After a while I started to notice the hoar frost on the plants & surfaces surrounding the water.  Today, I seemed to be drawn to details.

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Continuing on, I was enticed to photograph the lotus seed pods embedded in the snow.  One was inverted looking like a witches hat, resting on a bed of white.

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Then I started noticing the trees are starting to bud, a sign that spring was soon coming.  One tree had a wonderful reddish brown bark on the new growth.  Like that moment in the Wizard of Oz, I could start to feel the monochromatic world of winter starting to thaw.  Down by the boat ramp, one tree was full of red buds.

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The temperature started to rise.  Walking in the sun, on the west side of the impoundments, I rapidly started to bask in its warmth.  Funny how back in November, mid-thirties seemed so cold; after months of winter, it now seems so warm.  Down by the holt, the Concord River has started to thaw.  I wonder how long it will be before there will be geese back swimming.  Soon the coyotes easy passage up, down and across the river will  be no more.

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Groups of Black-capped Chickadees and Tufted Titmice flew from branch to branch in the upper reaches of the trees.  On the far side of the lower impoundment, I saw a flock of 6 Blue Jays, flying into the woods squawking the whole time, sort of like an avian Hells Angels gang invading the still of the Timber Trail.

Back near the parking lot, the squirrels were quite active.  Many territory disputes were in progress as they chased each other leaping from tree to tree..  I'm not entirely sure, but there may have even been romance in the air.  I'll have to read more about the mating habits of squirrels, but I think I may have accidentally captured an intimate moment, and the resulting post coital bliss....or it may have just been some good clean squirrel play.

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2 comments:

  1. Some great photos.. and I finished reading the blog with a smile on my face... much like that squirrel!!

    Regards,
    TEG

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  2. Larry, so many beautiful intimate glimpses of the ephemeral shifts and moments that herald spring's coming! Curious about the time of day you were there...I'm guessing early morning before 8?

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