Summer Time. July 4, 2011Posted by littlebangtheory in Art and Nature, Politics and Society.
Tags: bee, black and white, Charlemont, Conway, deerfield river, Fourth of July, Rowe, Shelburne, sunset, thistle, wildflowers, Windsor
It’s the Fourth of July, a great American holiday. I missed the fireworks, chasing The Light with my tools of choice, and instead of Chinese pyrotechnics, I got a few more shots of My America.
These are actually an assemblage from the week past, but hey, in the grander scheme they’re cotemporal. (I made that word up because it works.)
For me, the absolute apex of Summer occurs when the wildflowers are at their best. For the most part, we’re there now, though there will be other shows later. Right now, the high meadows are filled with Rugosa rose, Ox-eye daisies, Northern bedstraw, clovers and vetches, and grasses unfurling their pollinated flags:
Thistles beckon bees to flit between them:
The fields are ripe, the grasses are high, and the clouds are full of promise:
…and the rivers and streams flow with the rains, which recently have been generous:
Two black and whites, from Rowe and Conway respectively.
And to end this American birthday, a sunset on the Deerfield river:
Proof that humid nights have their greater purpose.
Happy Birthday, America, and good night.