And there, in the shade, is a scarlet blossom. In a sea of green and pastel, I saw it out of the corner of my eye.
Along the river, the wildflowers are blooming. Not a little bit. A lot. In profusion. Blue and white and pink. In the water, along the bank, in the shade along the stream the runs from the river into the wood.
A little bridge over the creek the runs alongside our road. Reflections, water flowers, a summer afternoon.
More pictures from an afternoon along the creek. Birch trees and water flowers. A bright blue sky and deep green leaves. July in the valley.
We were over at the dam yesterday. Didn’t take any pictures there, but I’m pleased to report there is a bit more water following our 4th of July rains. The dam is still dry, but the lake has filled up to about 75%. We need a couple more soakers and we’ll be okay.
Today I’ll be at the hospital all day undergoing tests to see how my heart is doing. I will keep in my mind images from a dreamy afternoon on the bank of a river.
Where white wildflowers grow and birch trees arch over the water.
We scooted over to our little piece of river yesterday.
These were all taken on the banks of Aldrich Creek. It runs parallel the street on which we live.
This little park is in Burriville, just over the Rhode Island border.
A pretty piece of waterway and right now, it’s a riot of green.
This is the kind of picture no one should make other people look at because you have to start off by saying, “I know you can’t really see it but …” It’s a turtle. Swimming under the water. I know you can’t really see it, but I thought it was pretty cool, so with a lot of puttering on Photoshop to make it almost visible … You’ll have to take my word for it. It’s a snapping turtle. I know because that’s the kind of turtles we have around here.
It’s swimming in the very shallow water of what was left of the pond at Manchaug a week ago. We’ve had some rain since, so I’ll see tomorrow if the situation has improved.
Garry says it looks like a blob, but it was visibly a turtle a split second before I pressed the shutter. You can’t win them all. Because you’ve been patient, I’ve included other pictures from the same day of shooting at Manchaug.
The dam at the bottom of Whitins Pond is different from any other dam in the area. But as far as I can tell, each dam — approximately 50 in all — is unique.
I found this one particularly interesting. It isn’t a particularly tall dam, but it is long and arching. A pretty dam.
This brilliant day was a perfect opportunity to use trees to frame that incredibly blue sky. It was an amazing color, almost surreal. I stepped back into the shade, the trees were silhouettes. I pressed the shutter. Voila. A summer sky, framed by trees, captured forever.
Light and dark, tall and short, happy and sad — this week, share a shot that captures a contrast.
Preeti Kanwar at LenzExperiments has started a new challenge, Terrific Tuesday Trials. This week’s theme is “all alike” so, having a few spare pictures around, I thought I’d come out and play with the other kids.
You almost always see swans in pairs. Swans mate for life, so where you see one, the other is rarely far behind.
And of course, when there are babies, you’ll see the whole family, in formation like a proud armada on the pond.
Weekly Photo Challenge: Between — Danielle Hark of Broken Light Collective challenges us to photograph between. This week, capture something between two things, reflect on the process of transition, or interpret this word in your own way.
Water is always between. Between banks, between shores. In the first pictures, it fills the space between the bridge and the dock … fills it with reflections of the trees along the shore. Gently shining.
In the second photo, the canal contains the water between two banks. Made by men, the canal has been unused for more than 150 years. The passage of years has gradually returned it to being a natural waterway, regardless of its origin.
And the Blackstone River flows through the valley, past River Bend Farm, down through Rhode Island to the sea.
A bright shiny Sunday afternoon in June. At long last, it’s okay to take a canoe or a kayak out onto the Blackstone River. It’s been a long time awaiting.
You still aren’t allowed to swim in the river for a number of reasons. In this particular part of the river as it runs through River Bend Farm, the huge number of snapping turtles makes it unwise to even dangle your toes in the water, much less swim.
And the river still is sufficiently polluted to make swallowing the water or getting it in your eyes not such a good idea. But boating is officially, finally okay. You can take your raft, kayak or canoe out on the river.
It’s a fine thing to do on a lovely Sunday in June.
There were no swans out on the pond, probably because people were there — boating. It’s the first time I’ve seen people on the pond. I’m sure it confused the swans almost as much as it confused me. There is a small boat launch area and always has been, but I’ve never seen a boater on the pond. Maybe I just missed it.
I was trying to think of a place to go and realized it’s been a long time since we visited River Bend Farm. It’s one of the many parks along the Blackstone River, part of the Historic Corridor in which we live.
Being Father’s Day and perfect weather — as good as weather can be — we had plenty of company. Families including as many as four generations and lots of dogs.
A fine day. It’s our reward for surviving the long winter.
It’s the canal, not the river, but time has erased most of the differences. Fish live in the river and the canal. Wildflowers line the banks of both.
The canal was in use for only 10 years. After that, the railway came and the canal because what it is now … another lovely waterway in the Blackstone Valley.