Posts Tagged ‘Middlesex Fells’
Leaves Mushrooms Water: Spring Colors in the Fells
Posted in Branches, Inspiration, Nature Notes, On the Road, tagged colors, leaves, Middlesex Fells, mushrooms, nature, Photography, photos, pictures, reflections, water on June 13, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Beneath the Ice
Posted in Inspiration, Nature Notes, tagged ice, landscape, Massachusetts, Middlesex Fells, Photography, rocks, Spot Pond on January 3, 2011| Leave a Comment »
By Spot Pond
Posted in Branches, Inspiration, Nature Notes, On the Road, tagged Massachusetts, Middlesex Fells, Photography, scenic landscape, Spot Pond on January 2, 2011| Leave a Comment »
In the winter of 1632, Massachusetts Governor Winthrop and his men saw the following: “…they came to a very great pond, having in the midst an island of about one acre and very thick with trees of pine and beech and the pond had divers small rocks standing up here and there in it, which [they] therefore called Spot Pond.” Well, yesterday on New Year’s Day 2011, this is what I saw at the very same spot:
Spot Pond is centrally located in the Middlesex Fells. I look forward to returning in the spring for some contrasting images. Meanwhile, you can learn more about this lovely spot here.
The Beauty in Decay
Posted in Branches, Inspiration, Nature Notes, tagged decay, leaves, Middlesex Fells, Photography, pine needles, shadow, sunlight, trees on August 30, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Lost in the Fells
Posted in Branches, Inspiration, Nature Notes, tagged buttercup, dandelions, Middlesex Fells, Photography, pine needles, pinecones, trees, yellow flowers on May 10, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Magic in the Middle of the Woods: A Frozen Waterfall
Posted in Branches, Inspiration, Nature Notes, On the Road, tagged collaboration, ice, Middlesex Fells, Photography, waterfall on February 1, 2010| 3 Comments »
Finding the waterfall was Steve’s idea. He remembered it from an earlier hike that we had done in the Fells in autumn. When temperatures recently plummeted into the teens (and that’s before adding in the wind chill factor), he said, “Let’s try to find it again. Imagine the ice!”
Usually, I am quite game for such adventures, but this time, after a long drive and a long hike to get to the place we kinda-sorta-thought the waterfall was (but it wasn’t), I found myself silently cursing as we struggled up a cliff, slid on ice hidden beneath snow, and snagged ourselves in thorny thickets.
The light was fading fast, and coming in at odd angles over the hills and through the trees. I was cold and not happy for lots of reasons. But, then I paused to take a sip of water. A glimmering on the land caught my eyes. Upon closer scrutiny, I realized that what I had first assumed was simply more ice on rocks was in fact a stream. Beneath a thick, clear glassy seal, its waters ran swift. We followed those waters to where they eventually cascaded over rocks as a waterfall.
For a while the cold was forgotten as we took photos. But when I could ignore the cold no longer, and had to jam my hands in my pockets, I just stood in the woods, and listened to the waters running. It was a beautiful sound.
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