While a big objective of this project is photographicall sharing the spirit of Great Meadows with you, another personal objective is to grow both creatively and photographically. With the leaves starting to fall and winter rapidly approaching I realized that I am rapidly running out of time to try out a couple of ideas.
I've dabbled in time lapsed photography at Great Meadows, with mixed success. I've wanted to capture a day at the refuge, but technical difficulties, or boring weather, or an imopundment choked with lotus plants have foiled my attempts. The forecast for Monday was going to be the perfect day, starting cool, sunny all day, but with a front moving in later in the day. So that's why you could find me a the refuge from before sunrise and not finally leaving until the sun dipped back below the horizon.
Turn on your speakers and click on the photo to see the video. It finally captures the whole day in slightly over 1 minute. For some reason they weren't dredging the impoundment today, so it reflects a typical day at the refuge. (Musical accompaniment is "Playground" by Henry Adam Curtis)
Early morning at the refuge is special. In our noisy, fast paced world it is a place of relative quiet and solitude. The interaction of light and shadow, mist on the impoundment, the call of birds you can hear but not yet see, the bracing cool air tempered by the warming sun almost always make me delighted to have left my bed while it was still dark. I have mixed emotions. I wish more people could experience it, but at the same time know that the lack of people there make it special.
Want to see how the sun moves during the year. Go back to July when the sun was rising over the outflow of the lower impooundment. Today it is almost aligned with Hanscom.
Off for the early bird special
Early light on foliage
There are a large number of Sparrows are busy along the sides of the dike, foraging and feeding. Birders can be found looking for less common variations (recently seen include Nelson's and Grasshopper Sparrows). I must confess that I have barely progressed past the LBB (Little Brown Bird) identification stage, though on occasion I have been able to identify a Savannah sparrow with their yellow streak. The most predominant variations are Swamp and Song Sparrows.
Wandering back long the railroad bed, I encountered this American Robin posing on a dead branch against as beautiful foliage backdrop. Walking down the Edge Trail, I saw the Hermit Thrush foraging along the path.
Remember to mark you calendar to come back tomorrow for part two of this post.