Woods and the Rising Sun
Woods and the Rising Sun It’s always a treat to be outside to meet the morning sun. The woods are at their best even for an audience of one. #getoutside. #PhotoPoetry.
Woods and the Rising Sun It’s always a treat to be outside to meet the morning sun. The woods are at their best even for an audience of one. #getoutside. #PhotoPoetry.
But where would I rather be? If everyday this were mine to see.
Holding the light. Never gets old.
I think a lot of people would be better served if they could sit here for a week, or even two. The isolation, creation so perfect, in thought and silence, would be better than we…
The sun was setting on the distant horizon, with splendor that captured everyone’s eyes. But I noticed what it shone on, and noticing it’s beauty was truly my prize.
Den Rock Walk – Den Rock Park Hidden in the midst of population, business, and all of the bustle, I found this old Native American land called Den Rock Park. I guess when you think…
Before the leaves turned, and before the weather changed, there was green. Along the trails, the sun lit the forest, worthy of being seen.
It was 39Β°F, and the breeze was doing all it could to be upgraded to a full-fledged wind. After my eyes adjusted I was amazed at the light, even with no visible moon.
It may be best to watch this video in full-screen, high-definition. Recently I took my Mom, my Aunt, and my Uncle on a foliage trip. We traveled all over the Mt. Kearsarge region of New…
It was said, don’t fly too high, or get too close to the sun.
But the trees climb to light, and show themselves to everyone.
We are so busy in our lives. There’s time, but too rare is it that time, we make. Mostly, it is the allowances that we welcome, our time it does take. So, slow down, take ten minutes or so, and go where this takes you. It’s safe I assure you, and visit as often as you would like to.
The poem.
Reasons, they fall apart in the face of the truest desire.
But excuses, they pile up in the corners where dreams did aspire.
Welcome to Yogi Bear’s Jellystone Park in Ashland, NH. This campground sits right on the banks of the Pemigewasset River. Thanks to the Queen City Mothers of Twins Club for a wonderful camping weekend along…
Hartland, New Brunswick, July 2016 – We had a blast taking the footage. We talked. We laughed. And every once in a while, we just stopped everything in order to exclaim, Wow! Ahhh! Incredible! OOOOHHHHH!…
These are still pictures taken from video. These pictures were taken in, and around, Hartland, New Brunswick, Canada. July 2016. My cousin, his girlfriend, and I, spent a couple of hours venturing out in to the warm evening along the banks of the St. John River to watch the storm.
Sometimes I sit and I wonder, what would fill the hole in my heart, were it not for this little gem, Allard Park.
#getoutside #NHbeauty #visitNH Where there are people, there are wires. Even with the wires, the peak of Mt. Washington is always a sight on a clear day.
#getoutside #visitNH #NHbeauty Moose Flowage, Pittsburg, NH
Last week I picked a day when it was rainy, windy, and only 45Β°F outside to take a little hike. I wanted to see how I would do with making myself a little tarp shelter…
The other day I was out in the Kuncanowet Forest again. I can’t seem to get enough of those trails through the woods. It’s beautiful country for sure. Despite the incredibly warm weather we have…
Now, the animals make the only tracks around this place, and the water still flows where it’s supposed to as far as the mill would be concerned.
I started this post back in October (2015) and I have posted several pictures from this trail in a slide show, but I wanted to single out some of those photos even more, so I…
I walked in the woods. I walked on crusted snow. There were no other foot steps. There was no trail. I followed some animal tracks, but mostly just the lay of the land. The crusted snow was slick in spots but I thought of how much more difficult this walk would be in the summer months of growth.
Back in the first week of November I took a stroll off of the beaten path along the Piscataquog River in Goffstown. I thoroughly enjoyed this walk/hike on a beautiful fall day. As always, I wish I could walked this area some 200-300 years ago to see it as it was then. I think I’d like to canoe through these parts the next time I pass by this section of river.
The Uncanoonuc Mountains ~ North Mountain, Goffstown, NH