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“When Autumn Leaves”

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“I miss you most of all.”  Sad times.

(Lyrics by Joseph Kosmo)

A Holiday Gift

It’s been a challenging year, largely health wise.  I’m very glad it’s passing for the most part, though many good things have happened.  You realize who you can count on when times are tough and I’m blessed with some folks who were there for me.  My, wife, daughter and son-in-law are at the top of the list, along with a crucially important poodle, a couple of very good doctors and some friends.  Things are looking up so perhaps more productivity will be visible very shortly.  To all who have faced tough times, and there are so many in our world, I hope your 2016 offers some hope.

I must confess, then that in spite of their efforts to assist me, I hate going to the doctor.  It’s not the doctor, it’s going for the visit.  This is my problem, not their problem, but I hate it regardless.  I don’t know what the issue is, but it has always been with me even though I grew up around doctors.    Yesterday, we had the last visit for 2015 (but, ah, it ain’t over yet…..I know, I know, I’m knocking on wood as fast as I can!).  I was relieved, to say the least.  We’re heading home and looking for a creative thing to do for lunch.  Of course, it is spring time in New England (I know, I’m really tempting fate here for the second time in the same blog posting.  I’m sure I will be sorry I said that in a few days or weeks at most).  The temperature is unseasonably warm.  We decided to stop off at the South Natick Dam, a very contemplative spot along the Charles River in the town of Natick, Massachusetts.  Got a couple of chicken caesar wraps and went to sit on one of the benches along the river.  It was very dark and still cool, but getting warmer.  Actually, the air was becoming warmer than the very still water.  The show began.

Fog started to come drift down the river, which was so still it offered perfect reflections.  Always have a camera with you, and I don’t mean an iPhone.  I’ll let the images tell the rest of the story.

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A nice Christmas gift, the left us almost as quickly as it arrived.  Happy Holidays to you and yours.

It’s Still Winter at the Quabbin Reservoir – And a new Gigapan

It probably should not come as a surprise to anyone in New England, but this winter is obviously not giving up without a fight.  It should be a nice spring morning and really it is.  It’s just that it is snowing.  Again….  Photography brings solace, so here are some more photo thoughts from the Quabbin Reservoir, the Winsor Dam area inside Quabbin Park.  You can  click on the images for a better view.

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Black and White somehow feels like a presentation more appropriate to the mood though.

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And for those interested in the details, here is a panorama taken from the Bridge of the ice and the budding reflections we can see in the puddles left by a recent rain.  If you want to see it really large, you can find it on Gigapan here.

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Is it spring yet?  No.

Late Winter at the Quabbin Reservoir – Photoessay

It is supposed to be spring here in New England, but it isn’t really.  It snowed yesterday a bit though it quickly melted.  The wind howled last night, but it has calmed down today, leaving us with a new burst of unseasonably cold weather.  This is global weirding, though some claim it is proof that there is no global warming.  The earth looks flat from where I sit but it isn’t.  When they started the Iditarod in Alaska, they had to import snow to Anchorage.  But it remains cold here.   Nevertheless, we went out on two occasions in an effort to look at the landscape in a different light.  We were cold, but not disappointed.  Some photo thoughts from late winter at the Quabbin.  First at Goodnough Dike.

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Hunt_150315__DSC3326Hunt_150315__DSC3337It proved to be too early to be able to look at the story underneath the snow at Dana Common.

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Hunt_150319__DSC3375These old trees have seen a lot.  They seem to be saying that they aren’t finished just yet.

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Though some seem to be close.

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But soon….

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More Snow….

When given lemons, make lemonade, right?  What if one is given a freight train loaded with lemons.  Such is our situation here.  Nothing else to do but try and create some interesting art.  The lemonade I’ve come up with so far.  My strategy here was to isolate and simplify, while still capturing the kind of art that only nature, sometimes in interaction with humans and sometimes on her own, can create.  My most recent batch of lemonade:

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Enjoy the snow.  Fourteen more inches of it in the next two days.  Is that really necessary?