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A Rainy Week. May 20, 2011

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It’s been raining all week, making cheery, blue-sky photography out of the question.

It’s a good thing I don’t mind the alternative!

I took another ride up Mount Greylock, which was shrouded in clouds and mist:

The road winds upward through boreal forests of spruce and mixed hardwoods, on this occasion appearing and disappearing through banks of clouds.  Because it had been raining on and off for a few days, the slopes were alive with Spring freshets:

…and blossoms of hobblebush floated like spirits among the maples:

Along the way, the forest floor was littered with wildflowers, trilium and trout lilies and Spring beauty:

A silent form glided across the road ahead of me, obligingly lighting on a branch not far away:

We watched each other for a while, then went on our separate ways.

As noodling goes, it was a good day for taking the long way home.

The Cold, Cold River. May 11, 2009

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Our local Cold River is a seasonal thing, raging during the Spring thaw and swelling preposterously during periods of heavy Autumn rain.

But mostly, it’s a small, rocky creek in a deep, narrow valley.  And morning finds it casting off its quilt of mists and vapours, consolidating itself into a stream once again after an unobserved night off:

Cold fog

The transit runs both ways, with the river’s exhalations moistening the sky as the sun concentrates on vaporizing the aqueous world below:

foggy Cold river

I have to admit to loving it here, at the risk of proving myself to be provincial.  It’s not the most magnificent example of anything, it’s just what I know.

And I like it.