Posts Tagged ‘rivers’
ice on the charles
Posted in Inspiration, Nature Notes, tagged Charles River, ice, Inspiration, landscape, nature, Photography, rivers, urban landscape, water on December 13, 2018| Leave a Comment »
by the river
Posted in Branches, Inspiration, Nature Notes, On the Road, tagged accessories, autumn colors, beauty, digital printing, Inspiration, nature, Photography, pouches, rivers, stationery, trees, urban landscape, watersheds on October 11, 2018| Leave a Comment »
One of the great pleasures for me in living in the Greater Boston area is ease of access to nature. And by “ease of access” that can mean taking two trains, a bus and then walking half a mile or so, but still, I know that I am lucky to be where I am and that on any given day I can make my way to at least two major rivers, the Charles, and in the case of this image applied to a pouch and on stationery, the Mystic River. You can learn more about the Mystic River watershed here and peruse other items with this image here.
riverine poetry
Posted in Branches, Inspiration, Nature Notes, tagged Charles River, Inspiration, National Poetry Month, nature, Photography, poetry, rivers, urban landscape on April 12, 2018| 1 Comment »
It was a windy day when I recently walked along the Charles River. The river itself did not move very fast. The water was low and though it be mid-April, all around were the dead leaves of the previous seasons. Only a few daffodils brightened the shore. I decided to work with what I had and so I photographed the leaves in their watery haunt. Most of the images didn’t come out, at least to my liking, but this one seemed rather poetic to me.
icy fringe
Posted in Inspiration, Nature Notes, tagged ice, Mystic River, nature, Photography, rivers, water, winter on February 7, 2018| Leave a Comment »
in a given moment
Posted in Inspiration, tagged beauty, Inspiration, music, musings, nature, Photography, poetry, rivers on February 2, 2017| 3 Comments »
When I walked toward the river yesterday, I was so cold. I knew I couldn’t walk the length of the Esplanade photographing its wintry landscape but I felt compelled to try. I had not been to the river in a long time. Rivers have been on my mind of late.
I’ve been thinking about rivers and how they branch and what you can find in those branches over time. How rivers can run deep, they can run shallow, they shape the land even as the land shapes the flow of the waters.
Of late both a song and a poem about rivers periodically run through my mind. The song, composed by Sam Cooke, begins …
I was born by the river in a little tent
Oh, and just like the river I’ve been running ever since
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gon’ come, oh yes it will …
The poem, as written by Langston Hughes, opens …
I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers. …
My fingers already freezing, I made it to the river’s edge and began walking along an icy stretch. I looked around waiting for something to catch my attention. I watched where the sunlight fell. Finally I came to a point, as may always be the case, when I had to decide how much further I could safely continue versus turning back.
I paused, took a deep breath and looked around. I planted my feet and took a few photos. Right there. That was all I had. Just that given moment before I had to race into the nearest shop to warm myself. Later as I scrolled through the few pictures captured I was glad that I had decided to take action in that given moment. What to do in a given moment? That is the question I ponder as I follow rivers and as I do my best to follow the daily news.
It is a deluge. A constant stream of information. A co-mingling of truth, lies, opinion, jargon and drama spread with too much rapidity across social media platforms, often without deep thought or editing. And not just at the Presidential level. The profound nature of the changes taking place right now in human history across this planet is quite breath-taking. It is paralyzing to some, invigorating to others, and then there is everyone in between. For me, I am learning, as by the river, to pause and take a deep breath, and then to decide what I can do, from where I am, at a given moment.
I’m not sure when I will be returning to the river, at least the Charles River. Too cold right now but Spring will come. The bared branches arching over the water will soon enough be green.
Sources & Additional Reading
The Negro Speaks of Rivers by Langston Hughes
A Change is Gonna Come by Sam Cooke
along the riverway
Posted in Inspiration, Nature Notes, tagged animals, birds, ducks, fowl, Inspiration, Muddy River, nature, nature photography, Photography, rivers, Riverway, urban landscape on June 13, 2016| 2 Comments »
along the charles river
Posted in Branches, Inspiration, Nature Notes, On the Road, tagged Charles River Esplanade, colors, Inspiration, landscape, nature, Photography, rivers, seasons, snow, water, winter on March 12, 2015| 6 Comments »
it’s just water over the rocks but …
Posted in Inspiration, Nature Notes, On the Road, tagged Canada, colors, Grand Manan, Inspiration, landscape, light, nature, New Brunswick, Photography, rivers, sunlight, travel, water on June 24, 2014| 9 Comments »
… somehow, the scenes always take my breath away. With moving water, in this case a freshwater spring running into the sea, there is no one right photo. It’s just capturing fluid moments as the sun shines down, reflecting, refracting and all those other wonderful things light does in and on the water.
a happy trio
Posted in Inspiration, Nature Notes, On the Road, tagged animals, Inspiration, Mystic River, nature, Photography, rivers, Somerville, turtles, urban landscape, water on May 25, 2014| 4 Comments »
into the mystic
Posted in Inspiration, Nature Notes, On the Road, tagged abstract, animals, beauty, Inspiration, Mystic River, nature, Photography, rivers, Somerville, swans, urban landscape on May 22, 2014| 6 Comments »
Yesterday, I scrambled down to the water’s edge before realizing that may not have been the smartest move in the shoes I was wearing. Cool Spring winds arose. The temperature dropped. I was freezing. And yet …
it truly felt like the right place to stand, for as long as I could bear, so that I might see the beauty floating by in the Mystic.
