New Poem: Dance of the Tide
…flashing white petticoat flounces
flirting with the stalwart ebony rock face…
…flashing white petticoat flounces
flirting with the stalwart ebony rock face…
I love the many faces of the water at Creative Arts Camp: ever-changing but always lovely!
The Schoodic Peninsula bike ride on the northern (more remote) part of Acadia National Park is one of my favorites. And it just got better!
The tide pools we saw on our recent trip to Maine were wonderful little worlds unto themselves.
It was outstandingly gorgeous, and all the effort was fun and rewarding. An afternoon well spent and happiness all around!
The water was very clear, the air was brisk and invigorating, and the whole simple hike deeply nourished the soul.
I loved the company, the meandering pace, the reflections, the swirls of plant life under water, even the texture of the algae.
On our way out of the Canadian Rockies, we visited Athabaskan Falls. The stairs set into the rock the water had carved were almost as cool as the waterfall! We are now heading east across Canada home…
I came here for mountains, but my new appreciation is for the water in all its variations. The remarkable pool color water comes from silt they cal “mountain flour” which changes how light refracts off of it, creating every hue from celadon and emerald, with a lot of turquoise and teal in between.
We returned three times to try to get a good view of Lake Louise. The first time, I exclaimed to our daughter, “This is a cathedral and (motioning to the glacier) there’s the alter.” It was so glad to be back.
With threatening weather and the mountains we came to see obscured by clouds, we opted for a canyon hike.
We enjoyed meandering along the King’s River in King’s Canyon. The rushing sound of this water is one of the audio snap shots I bring with me as a treasure from this trip.
The weather today was the best we’ve had. Our youngest daughter and I enjoyed this hike to this waterfall in Redding, Connecticut, even though the way was not easy. Here are my photos from the day. We delighted in frogs, skunk cabbage, and vibrant moss. Once at the waterfall, we took the time to sketch it.
As many of you know, I love reflections– metaphorically, spiritually, and even literally. Here are photos of some of the literal sort that I’ve have the opportunity of enjoying recently.