Each solstice is a domain of experience unto itself. At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow. — Gary Zukav
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Nature park entrance: Nov 2013; Feb and Oct 2014; Jan 2015 (click on any photo to see it enlarged):
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Bittersweet around the tree: Oct 2013; Feb, Oct (10th & 18th), Nov 2014; Jan 2015:
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I am a book of snow,
a spacious hand, an open meadow,
a circle that waits,
I belong to the earth and its winter.
— Pablo Neruda (1904 – 1973)
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Main meadow: Nov 2013; Feb, July, Aug, Oct (10th & 18th), Dec 2014; Jan 2015:
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Vernal pool: July 2013; May, July, Aug, Oct, Nov, Dec 2014; Jan 2015:
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Pond: July, Oct, Nov 2013; Feb, May, July, Aug, Nov, and Dec 2014:
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Blueberry bushes in meadow: Nov 2013; Feb, July, Oct (10th & 18th) 2014; Jan 2015:
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Boulder: Oct 2013; Feb and Oct 2014 (2); Jan 2015:
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One trail: Sept 2010; July (2) and Nov 2013; Oct 2014; Jan 2015:
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To learn something new, take the path that you took yesterday.
— John Burroughs
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Other trails: July, Oct, Nov 2013; May and Aug (10th and 16th) 2014; Jan 2015 (2) :
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Field House: Nov 2013; Feb 2014:
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Milkweed: Sept 2010; Oct, Nov 2013; Feb, July (2), Aug, Oct (3rd & 10th) 2014:
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