The Ice is Breaking Up
Spring does seem to be fighting it’s way into our lives, thankfully. It was still quite chilly at the Quabbin (Reservoir, source of Boston’s drinking water) today. I’m finishing up my series of studies of the Winsor Dam, Goodnough Dike and the other man-made structures that hold back in the water in preparation for a magazine submission. On the way in, we stopped by the Spillway, the structures that allow excess water to flow into the Swift River as it leaves the Quabbin Watershed. This area is still fairly iced up. The ice at the Reservoir was 15 inches thick as of the middle of March.
It is beginning to break up though, which offers this fascinating abstract visual presentation, one that speaks, at least to me, of the need for such a great engineering structure to reach balance with the nature that surrounds it.
Just a week or so ago when we were here, in the distance, you could see an animal’s remains on the ice, surrounded by turkey vultures, right out here. One of the coyote’s tricks is to chase a deer onto the ice. That trick is going to fall out of favor any day now. I thought we had explored most of the terrain around Winsor Dam, but we had never taken the “Heart Trail” that cuts through the woods, down to the ground below the Dam. The difference in perspective is so interesting, and the few trees that dot the landscape before the Dam seem miniaturized by scale.
I have learned a great deal by focusing almost solely on these structures for the last several months. I had thought for years that I had developed the ability to see what most don’t, which is a common trait among photographers. I now understand the value of repetition, of going back. I hadn’t really been seeing that much at all. I’ve also come to understand that, as so many experienced photographers will tell you, images, good ones, really are everywhere.