December Sixteenth

One of those amazingly beautiful days at Walden. The colors, the reflections, stunning, beautiful, serene!!

Stieglitz and nature

"Lake George was for him both a sacred and personal sanctum, and he sought to capture it's natural possibilities. At Lake George he could view nature as part for an underlying spiritual condition. The images become visual meditations...the eye looks into, instead of at the images as part of a mysterious otherness."
Graham Clarke on Alfred Stieglitz and his passion for Lake George.

My sentiments toward Walden are exactly this.


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Flamingos and Such

Having a chai at Starbucks this guy was watching me. He was the only color on a gray dreary day. It made me smile. I'm not much into flamingos, however my friend Danny had a collection of various flamingos from what I understand. So I immediately thought of my good friend. They seem to be a popular yard item in Acton and West Acton... Maybe this too is an omen.

He posted a picture shortly before he passed on called "The Last of the Firebirds"--I love that title. Very cool image.  I really dig it. So much in fact it's the wallpaper on my phone. And memorial to a very special man who touched my life.

As he used to say: GO HERE ->
Danny's Dozen or here>> Smart Girls

Walden in December

Walden Pond the first week of December beginning to freeze. Weyman's Meadow was beginning to freeze in late November, but not the pond. Thanksgiving Day a swimmer was enjoying the cold waters midday.

Rainy days, Coltrane and people past

Coltrane and the rain..

Listening to Coltrane while the rain pelts the ac unit outside my basement level window.  I thought of my friend Danny. It's a dreary gray day the kind of day he never liked. I miss the music he would post to his blog. I miss his wisdom and insight and his art. And his conversations. Every time I hear Coltrane I think of him, or Thelonious Monk. He posted a video of The Monk and Coltrane one day that has always stuck with me. Two very talented men. Great music. 

I've been listening to Keith Richard's audio version of "Life." He talks about banging into those he has lost in his life. I've adopted the saying because I find it fitting. There are days my sister is around and that is just how it feels, like a "banging." She seems to be right there.  When I'm sleeping, or I believe I am sleeping I feel her presence, her touch and hear her laugh. 

When I wake up in the morning, in that place before you're really awake, I feel her there. Then reality moves in and I realize she isn't here anymore. 

A walk in the woods.

I walked down to Goose Pond for the first time today. There is a thin layer of ice on the pond that gives it a cold desolate feel. The radio announced it was 23* but the temperature felt much cooler than that to me. Made me wonder how Thoreau walked four hours a day, as I recently read, without modern comforts like my favorite...smartwool. There was an interesting sound in the cove on the right side of Goose Pond that sounded much like a bullfrog, but I figured they were long buried deep in the mud by now, especially in these temperatures.

Walked around Walden Pond today. A somewhat cold, gray and bitter day. I still love it. I had the pond all to myself, for a while anyway. Eventually a few other brave souls began to arrive.

The edges of the pond are beginning to freeze. In Thoreau's Cove the water lapping under the newly formed ice made a singing vibration. There is no sound like the sounds of nature. The pond was completely quiet other than the sounds from under the ice and the ducks calling out when I passed, or they passed me. At times they appeared to be laughing.

Panorama of the pond on a winter day. 

On omens and walking

I met this guy on the trail,

walking in the walden woods.

He swooped in front of me without a sound.

Very handsome, attentive, compassionate, understanding,

wise, a deep thinker, so so he appeared, 

and a good listener - when I needed one.

We promised  to meet again.

I went one way, he soared the other.

A beautiful omen.