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Lost Lake Loop

I started this post back in October (2015) and I have posted several pictures from this trail in a slide show, but I wanted to single out some of those photos even more, so I picked this up where I left off…

Oct. 26, 2015

…In doing some research online, looking for some local trails to pursue, I came across the Kuncanowet Town Forest and Conversation Area. I am so glad that I did. This area is, in my opinion, breathtakingly beautiful. I haven’t even explored all of it yet, and I am taken by its overall setting and beauty. Thanks also to Dunbarton Hikes for the useful videos I found on YouTube. God-willing, I will be back in these woods again soon. Enjoy my attempts to capture the magnificent through the lens of my camera; it’s better in person.

A great place to reflect

Lost Lake: I sat here to pray, to reflect, and really just respect. 1inawesomewonder ©

Bouquet of color

There was more beauty around than I could capture in a dozen visits. 1inawesomewonder ©

Coming in to Lost Lake.

Coming in to Lost Lake. 1inawesomewonder ©

 

 

Gradient by foliage

Photo opportunities were in every direction. 1inawesomewonder ©

 

If only I could build a canopy so beautiful

Welcome to the warmth of this passageway. 1inawesomewonder ©

 

Meet you in the sky

There is something to be said for the treasure found following the straight and narrow. 1inawesomewonder ©

 

Lost Lake worth finding

Ahhh, to sit here in silence, allowing time and space their effect. 1inawesomewonder ©

Yellow and the sun

Walking through this country always brightens my outlook. 1inawesomewonder ©

Stories in every stone

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Then came a silence, a hush that only solitude knows
The hazy sun, diving to the horizon all aglow
 
Peeked, all other sounds, tho faint, seems to explode
Hidden now, a trail, reverent americans once rode
 
Shadows grow, the bouquet of color dims and greys
Light diminished, familiarity rushes from this place
 
Exhaling breath that finds the exit difficult to behold
A piece not to be touched wishes for the days of old
 
Not to fear, atrocities, adventure, stories not passed on
What of this spot? Man and nature have tread upon
Kansas Tree
 
There are stories in every stone, in each ancient tree
Who, if any, were along this trail, witness to see?
 
Many running aloof, bestowed in them a respect
Content they were, their future they could not protect
 
Skies open in all directions, they have seen, seen all
The lands the same, mostly, many did rise and fall
 
Progress wandered along this way defined by the ages
Leaving the open, the expanse, in some sort of cages
 
Winds still blow, visions distorted, unreal still appear
Or maybe it’s a trick, played on all whom traverse here
Colorado
 
Hark! The rustle along the edge draws all away
The breeze that blew then still rushes the same way
 
Truths hide in sight, protected by the wild, and time
Tarry longer, that age is gone, only remnants to find
 
Perhaps, as it should be, to save the stories for those,
The ones unspoiled, passed down by the ones that know 
 
Treading on ground, leaving this place, quivering alone
A sachem long gone could draw the past from a stone
 
So it remains, the places we see, only a trace to then
Lest we forget all, a time, we must remember had been
Nevada
 

 

The heron, an eagle, loons, and me

It was the middle of the day when I climbed in
A two seat canoe, a paddle, and me, I did begin
 
The water was calm and close to crystal clear
Moving through water, and birds, all I could hear
 
Not a cloud to be found among the blue sky
The sun warmed everything from up on high
 
I imagined this place in a time centuries before
Wishing it were then, and how I’d still explore
 
I moved slowly, and quietly, letting my senses record
The smells, the sounds, the sights, while aboard
 
A faint noise from above sparked my heightened sense
I moved toward the cattails and reeds oh so dense
 
I squinted and searched for the origin of the sound
And soon, a great blue heron in a spruce, I found
 
Moving away to allow it some space, another sound
I heard from across the cove and closer to the ground
 
It was another heron calling, or at least to be heard
When above my head appeared, yet another bird
 
Passing the spruce and gliding in, a bald eagle did rise
The majestic bird landed with grace before my eyes
 
Once in his perch, silence ensued, nothing dared move
Or so it seemed, but for me, my site to improve
 
All at once a splash from behind, and I turned to see
But nothing was there but ripples left for me
 
Resuming my gaze the calm pierced masked in black
The loon appeared from below, after a snack
 
My masked playmate called another yards away
The eagle, or not, the loons wanted to play
 
Time stalled and rested with me there in the sun
Sitting still in nature, watching, I was having fun
 
My mind raced to the eras past, land minus flaw
And I wondered what I missed among all I saw
 
As self-imposed limits do, measurement moved me
I paddled in, slowly, so as to stretch time, there to be
 
The loons called across the water while the heron hid
The eagle cleaned his wings, and I smiled like a big kid
 
I left, wanting freedom for always, to just be
The heron, an eagle, a pair of loons, and me
 
 

 

Thanks #5 (Earth)

I am thankful for the planet earth we live upon. God created this place in perfection. The balance of all things natural. The human race is not even necessary for this planet to live, die, and reproduce. I find it calming in a way, comical in another, and even surprising that people constantly rediscover certain lands in certain climates will work against man when the balance is upset or over turned. Many times over, they are learning what man has known for hundreds of years, that God had it right the first time, don’t mess it up. I wish all mankind had the opportunity to see creation as it was intended. I wish I could see the American lands as the Native Americans saw these places, or as Lewis and Clark chronicled their trip west.