Walk through a forest and see branches silhouetted against a blue sunlit sky. Jump from bog to bog, smelling the musty watery earth below. Meander through a meadow and hear the Red-tailed one’s cry. Touch the Spruce, Hemlock, Cedar and Pine…feel the energy flow. Taste all the offerings of Nature, fore which God to us bestow.
-C. H. Eldridge
A dew-dropped rose
a newly born fawn
twilight before dawn
all’s right nothing’s wrong
The sky is painted
from our star below
day begins
the flight of the Crow
it’s time for Nature to get up and go
The Sun warms Earth
it feeds the trees
flower to flower
collecting pollen the bees
High noon hits
head to shade
replenish the fluid
so one won’t fade
Light’s angle changes
let the coolness begin
murmuration of starlings
waves go out then come in
Day moves on
survivors lucky or strong
crickets take stage
with a chorus of song
Sun sets below
stars and Moon aglow
all’s right nothing’s wrong
-C. H. Eldridge
Melting ice beats to a sacred rhythm, as the Sun’s warmth awakens the land from a cold night’s slumber. The nocturnal ones give way to the day shift, as sounds from the Northern forest commence their daily numbers. A cool mystical fog lays thick on the receding snow, from the lack of a stiff wind to guide it through the old growth, that has yet to be found by the logger. The Maple has gathered it’s sweet flow of liquid life to re-energize for another season, as the hawk on it’s limb spots the first morning meal, creeping out from last year’s leaf. And another day of life starts here on Earth.
-C. H. Eldridge
Adirondack Native Photography 
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