I took the photo above last fall at Goosepond Mountain State Park, Chester, NY. The road that you see, or what’s left of it, is Lazy Hill Road. At one time it connected Route 17m to Laroe Road, but it’s only been open to people on foot, bicycle, or horseback for many years. The shaded main trail is an easy hike spanning 2.6 miles one way, and 5.2 miles round trip; a lovely place to ramble for a few hours or to spend some energetic time out with the dog! 🙂
Last week I had to travel into New Jersey. After driving for a few hours, I stopped to get out of the car and stretch my legs. I was surprised and delighted to find this magnificent heart-shaped tree trunk as I wandered a bit into the Watchung Reservation. Such a find! I’m posting it, along with a tanka that I hastily wrote, in honor of Valentine’s Day.
little bird shivers
crystal falls on beak and down
feathers fluff to warm
surrounded by frosty white
weathering strong winter's storm
I took the photo above from my kitchen window on one of the few days that we had snow this year. So far it’s been a disappointing winter for scenic snowfall. What little we’ve had here in Orange County, New York has not lasted for more than a few days.
Last year was another story. We had several really gorgeous snows. There was one day in particular when the activity at my bird feeders was absolutely spectacular. Throughout the day, a variety of eight or nine different types of birds swooped around the feeders. They were joined by squirrels, chickens, and even dear, all snacking on sunflower seeds in the falling snow.
I took the photo below on that day. Visit my post, A Day Of Memorable Moments to see the rest of the lively, colorful, flurry of activity by clicking here. Seeing those photos and remembering that delightful day still makes me smile! 🙂
Equating summer with the color green, when I saw this photo challenge I immediately thought of a day my husband and I spent kayaking on the Wallkill River earlier this year in July. It wasn’t a blue-sky-sunny day, but the light was such that much of the foliage glowed an amazing green in contrast to the dark water.
Although there is a slow current, the surface of the river was often still and reflective, its mirror-like quality surreal. In certain places it seemed as if we were gliding through glass which rippled to liquid with each stroke of the paddle.
(In case you’re wondering, I used upsidedowntext.com to flip the last line of my tanka above.)