I took a walk last weekend at the Makamah Preserve near Ft. Salonga, NY in the hope of catching the last few days of Winter.
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| Salt flats, Makamah Preserve. |
It was a lovely little preserve, and as the morning drew on, I ran into several people walking their dogs, but when I first arrived, it was as still and empty as you like.
As glad as I am to see Spring's first blush, I have already begun to miss the pale, wan Winter sun.
The preserve sits at the edge of an inlet that runs out to the Long Island Sound, and at ebb-tide one can walk through the reed-beds and salt-flats.
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| He's got the right idea. |
I came upon a nice stand of cedars at one point, though sadly they are slowly being smothered by the strangling vines that seem to be everywhere on Long Island. I've always liked cedars, but in the past several months they have come to hold a special significance for me.
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| For a friend. |
"Its leaves, like those of the beech but greater, were pale green above and beneath were silver, glistering in the sun; in the autumn they did not fall, but turned to pale gold."
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| Mellyrn, anyone? |
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| Strange fruit. |
And I took this photograph in my backyard in late March, the last time I was at home.
