Author Archives: ebeall
Sense of Place
What is a place? Which place is worth preserving? Who decides this? Speak the voices unheard. The ones with dark skin who build blue skies. A field stretches beyond the horizon. Who decides which flower is beautiful? Can we decide … Continue reading
Henry David Thoreau
“Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.” ~This quote resonated with me. It feels personal. It expresses the spiritual desire to be out in nature. Humans should be adventurous, keeping in … Continue reading
Buds
I tried to take pictures of buds from trees to identify them but a lot of the branches are out of reach. I do have one picture of a Sugar maple bud. I posted it on my pictures page.
Blog entry 12/1
This was my last visit. I noticed the snow had melted. The stream was no longer ice covered around the edges. I found a new mushroom, a black Wood ear! I heard a lot of crows and kinglets. There were … Continue reading
Fall
I finished my Fall art piece. I focused on the expression of the season and its burst of colors. I wanted to provoke the feeling and beauty of what fall represents. It was so fascinating to see how this one … Continue reading
Winter Poems
Why do we only speak of nature When trees bloom Not when buds point the sky? I admire the white color Patterns painted Of branches and leaves frozen A fossil of recent past. Why is winter seen as death And … Continue reading
We are left for the soil
There is a time in every leaf’s life when it Falls The ice freezes over their fragile bodies Melt into the ground Blended in ice Birch Maple Oaks will follow Until winter has swept its hand Blanketing the ground Frozen … Continue reading
Blog entry 11/25
Centennial is covered with snow. It’s a winter wonderland! It looks so different. I got lost and couldn’t recognize my direction on my way to my spot, with which I’m so familiar. It was weird for me that I wasn’t … Continue reading