So I started this morning's walk around Walden's shore with these milestones in mind and eyes open.
|Signs of the people's re-creation - swimming, fishing, boating, walking, reading, writing, rendering, communing|
|Bright morning sun meets clear water, and the dance of light in the pond begins another day.|
|A still green frog remains vigilant|
|Birch tree reflected (center)|
|Birch log submerged and surrounded by light|
Great-spangled fritillary butterflies are moving about in Little Cove.
Walking toward Long Cove, to the southwest, the eastern sun dances off the submerged cobbles and projects the shorelines green and gold across the pond's surface.
In the protected corner of the cove, young mallards are taking their mid-morning nap.
I took a detour across the tracks down to the Andromeda Ponds to check for blooms on Thoreau's swamp loosestrife (Decodon verticillatus). A serenade of wood thrush, scarlet tanager, towhee, blue-headed vireo, blue jays, redwing blackbirds, and a yellow-throat ushered me along the path and then quieted in time for me to hear a rustling just in the woods above one of the ponds - a fisher. He dug, pounced, jumped, and twirled about as he hunted in the soft ground unfazed by my lingering.
Returning to the pond, more wildlife...a slaty skimmer dragonfly.
Butter-and-eggs are blooming around Ice Fort Cove, a flower that Thoreau reported smelling by moonlight near Walden on his birthday in 1851.
The shallow water in Ice Fort Cove forms a perfect watering hole as the footprints of the thirsty and playful reveal.
Buttonbush just a bit past prime at the mouth of Thoreau's Cove.
The light-play of ripple prisms continues into the cove, leading me to my second encounter with the mysterious Eastern soft-shell turtle(s) that have made Walden their home since their likely release by some visitor over a decade ago. This one looks smaller than the one I met last month, so perhaps two still thrive.
The far-shore visitors were very engaging today, sharing all manner of tales...and nearly everyone knew it was Thoreau's birthday! This fellow was paddling to the shade to take a break from the sun as his dermatologist has ordered, something many other sun worshipers on Walden's shore might consider.
Now with the sun high in the sky, the light play has lost some of its drama along the northern shoreline.
My circumambulation comes to an end where I started and the sounds of birds and lapping water are now replaced with the hum of conversations, children laughing, and lifeguards on their megaphones.
Wildness and recreation around this blue eye of a pond.