Not exactly the type of weather one was hoping to experience. It is still cold outside! Brrr….
Winter does not officially start until later this month, but it certainly did not feel that way today. It was quite cold this morning, below freezing, when we went out to Rileys Lock for a Sunday walk. Another sure sign of the coming of winter is the arrival of the kinds of ducks that visit us only during that time of year. The purchase of the new camera was motivation for me to go out looking for these birds once again after many years. I wanted to try the new equipment out. Unfortunately, new and improved equipment does not necessarily make one a better photographer. I got mixed results. One major problem is that the birds are generally quite skittish and move away when they sense that somebody is around. Here is what I managed to see and capture.
It turns out that the wildflowers that I had posted pictures of from our travels on the C&O canal towpath earlier this Spring were only a fraction of what there was to be seen and enjoyed. Here are pictures of more flowers taken from our more recent visits.
Spring has returned with a vengeance to the C&O Canal towpath. One’s spirits are lifted at the sight of a trail lined with flowers.There are so many different kinds spring flowers to be seen, some of which I still cannot identify in spite of all the years I have spent on the trail!
Suffice to say that a walk along the canal is the spring time can do wonders for you!
We are in the middle of winter. It is the time of year when it is usually quite cold in this part of the world. But it has been unusually warm during the last few days, with the temperature threatening to reach the upper 70s (Fahrenheit, that is) later on this week. We hiked up Sugarloaf Mountain, just across the border of Montgomery county in the neighboring Frederick county, last weekend. It has been a long time since we visited Sugarloaf even though it is quite close to home. We have been dissuaded by the crowds that are attracted to the location because of its proximity to the high population area of Washington DC and its suburbs. The crowds are especially overwhelming during the other seasons when families come in large numbers to picnic on the mountainside. The place is littered with cars, adults, children, and dogs when this happens. It is not the kind of place one would go to if you were hoping for a little bit of quiet and solitude. We saw more people than we expected last weekend because of the nice weather, but we had fortunately gotten to the park early enough to avoid the biggest crowds.
It was a beautiful day for a hike and we ended up walking over 8 miles. We got to some areas of the park that are less accessible and therefore quieter. Here are some pictures from the hike.
Here are some pictures that capture some of the chaotic elements of the season of Fall from the visual perspective. There is the appearance of the fallen leaves as seen below.
There are the branches on the trees (in this case our red maple tree), even as colors change during a span of a couple of days.
Finally, here are a couple of scenes from the woods during the fall process. In the past I have not thought about these kinds of views as being chaotic, but there is a certain randomness to the elements that contribute to the overall appearance that leads me to conclude that it does meet the definition of such a process.
Perhaps the fact that a particular process appears to be chaotic does not necessarily mean that there is something wrong with it. Here are other interpretations of chaos.
Not sure if this fits into the weekly category, but since life is a quest for something or the other, I decided to post this old letter from 2009 with a few pictures I took at that time…
The leaf dropped out of the tree and was caught by the gentle Autumn breeze as it fell from the sky. I swung my arm lazily as I ran by, as the leaf drifted across the trail. Amazingly I made contact and the leaf ended up in my hand. Alright!, I said to myself. At least that is what I thought I was doing. But these days I am sometimes not sure if I am speaking to myself, or if I have said something out aloud without realizing it. But it did not matter in this instance since I was all by myself. I could behave like an happy two year old without having to worry about somebody looking at me in a strange way because I was not “acting my age”.
Perhaps, this is one reason I enjoy being out there on the trail. I can scream out loud with a sense of wonder every time the heavy locomotives of the freight trains power past me. I can even sing loudly to myself with only the flowers, the birds, and the occasional curious squirrel hanging around to hear the cacophony. I can drop the burden of “expected” behavior and be myself. I can take unplanned diversions from the trails into the unmarked woods if I want. I can follow the butterfly or dragonfly as it flitters from flower to flower, hoping it settles down long enough at one location without flying away at my approach, so that I can take its picture. (It does require a lot of patience!) It is truly a healing process to get away from “civilization”. Maybe I have a stupid smile on my face when I am out in the woods, and this why the few people I encounter seem to respond to me with a pleasant Good Morning. Maybe they are all as crazy as I am.
The heat of summer is behind us and the cooler days of Autumn have arrived. There are the cool and crisp Fall mornings – with the clear and bright blue skies, with the occasional fluffy wisps of clouds floating by – looking like light cotton balls that are being gently pulled apart by some unseen hand in the sky. There are the cold and gloomy mornings, when the clammy feeling penetrates your jacket, and even your skin, when the heavens are filled with dark ominous clouds that block the sun and scurry across the sky, as if in a hurry, eager to get somewhere.
The leaves are just beginning drop from the trees and there are already a few spots of reds and yellows in our neighborhood and on the trail. The Frittilary that I saw in large numbers at the beginning of summer in Black Hill park have long since gone, and so have the somewhat rarer Monarchs. There is still the occasional Tiger Swallowtail to be seen, but other than a few Skippers, this really seems to be the season for the Sulphurs.
The unidentified dragonflies and damselflies are still around in smaller numbers, occasionally flying around in pairs as if they were indulging in some sort of mating ritual (perhaps they are!), but they will also disappear as surely as the butterflies and the leaves on the trees.
The various types of ducks that I used to observe at Black Hill have long since gone, and I am looking forward to Spring when I hope to see the somewhat rarer migratory species once again. The Canada Geese that are supposed to be migratory never left, and they dominate the lake and the river these days. The cardinals are still around, but the robin will only return in spring. My good friends, the blue heron, can very frequently be seen in certain sections of the canal fishing. (Yesterday I saw a whole bunch of cormorants perched on some rocks in the middle of the Potomac near Harpers Ferry. I was even fortunate to capture the picture of a raptor, perhaps it was an eagle or a osprey, diving into the waters of the Potomac to come up with a fish that it had caught!)
The last flowers of summer can still be seen in the woods of Black Hill and along the towpath – the purple chicory, some white and purple fleabane, some asters, a few goldenrods, and some others that I still cannot identify. I wish I had more time!
I cannot wait to experience the vast expanses of the fields of Virginia bluebell on the towpath in Spring.
And thus the days, the seasons, and the years go by, and one finds that one has survived to reach the age of 50! (Teresa had arranged a great surprise Birthday party! Thanks to John from arranging his trip from Bangalore so that he could spend the evening with us.) The times seem to rush by in a hurry, and before I knew it, over 20 years of marriage have gone by and the kids have all grown up. In just a few years the next generation will be ready to take over the reins from us, and eventually we will also be consigned to the dust. The cycle of life will continue. I have to remind myself constantly that we need to do our best while we are here, and that we also need to make the best of what we have without being greedy. In tough times I have to try to remember that I am one of the fortunate ones, and that the present will eventually become the past. In the short time that we have here on Planet Earth, perhaps we can try to leave our mark by doing something positive for others, and we can also try to leave the world in a better shape than we found it. Maybe, just maybe, this could be The Meaning of Human Life.
Life goes on. Keep on Truckin…