As winter here has gotten gloomier and gloomier one of my favorite moody photographs is the one shown in Figure 1. Cape Hedge beach is protected by a huge mound of granite pebbles that runs the whole length of the beach. I had assumed that these were put in by the town for flood control. This is not, like Cape Cod terminal glacial terrain. But, in fact, they are the debris of the great granite ships that sailed out of Rockport. To return from distant ports they had to be loaded with stones as ballast and this is what we see – a wonderful variety of colors and crystals.

People like to scale the treacherous – well treacherous for an old man – piles and build cairns on the top. Cairns have a wonderful history dating back millennia. Perhaps most interesting are the silent cairns left by the arctic explorers, complete with notes saying who was there and what direction they headed. Ultimately they were testaments to human endurance and perseverance.

“The quality I look for most is
optimism: especially optimism
in the face of reverses and
apparent defeat. Optimism is
true moral courage.”

Sir Ernest Shacleton

Happy Holidays to all of my readers at Hati and Skoll. Once again it is a both strange and trying time; so I hope that everyone stays safe and healthy and perhaps our troubled world will be in a better place next year!

I thought I would share a photograph that I took of the Ice Cream Store on Bear’s Neck in the little village of Rockport, MA a couple of weeks back. These days are dominated by the suffocating darkness of the Winter Solstice. It is dark, cold and damp. Massachusettsians will nevertheless think of the joys of ice cream. Ice cream brightens everything. According to the International Ice Cream Association New Englanders chow down an average of 22.8 quarts per person annually, compared to the national average of 15.1 quarts. I have been unable to determine if there is a coincident higher occurrence of gallstones in New Englanders.

This time of year we decorate with lights, but it is not merely a vain attempt to create a small shiny spot in an otherwise bleak landscape but rather it is an insistent optimism in the future.

As Voltaire put it

Optimism is the madness of insisting that all is well when we are miserable.

Two days ago I went for a slog in the woods at the Assabet River National Wildlife Refuge. There was mud of all kinds everywhere. Yesterday the ground was frozen and all crusty. I am about to go out now in a gentle falling snow. Such is the variation of early winter in New England.

Ice is an interesting and varied material. This largely stems from a curious property of water, that it is denser as a liquid (water) at its freezing point than as a solid (ice); hence ice floats. Hence the water in your bottle expands and can crack the container if it is frozen. And hence you can skate on ice. Your weight on your skate blades applies pressure to the ice and causes it to liquify creating a thin liquid water layer to skate upon. This is the phenomenon of regelation and doesn’t happen on, for instance, dry ice or carbon dioxide.

As a result there are so many beautiful patterns in the pond as it melts and freezes multiple times, this time of year. Yesterday the most beautiful were these cracks and swirls on the ice where the day before were rain-filled truck ruts in the mud. I cannot wait to see what wonders today’s walk will bring!

I think that I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of times that I have attempted sports photography! Speaking of fingers mine were frozen yesterday as I photographed this wet-suited kite-boarder at Wingaersheek Beach in Gloucester, MA yesterday. Yikes! so windy and so cold. This guy is a superman!

Figure 1 Canon T2i with EF 100-400 mm f/4.5-5.6L IS USM lens at 300 mm ISO 1600 Aperture Priority AE Mode 1/800th sec at f/7.1 with +1 exposure compensation

Figure 2 Canon T2i with EF 100-400 mm f/4.5-5.6L IS USM lens at 260 mm ISO 1600 Aperture Priority AE Mode 1/320th sec at f/7.1 with +1 exposure compensation

As I described in my last post, there has been a lot of beaver modifications along Puffer Pond at the Assabet River National Wildlife Refuge. This year for the first time I have actually seen these animals, the North American Beaver (Castor canadensis). I was particularly pleased to spot this young adult in mid October. If I may anthropomorphize, he seemed to be having a lovely time swimming among the lilies and periodically diving for some treasure. The reflection of the trees in the water added both color and drama to the image.

Most of the beaver quotes that I could find alluded to the old TV Series “Leave it to Beaver” that defined the myth of the American Family in the 1950’s or lawyer jokes. After serious chewing on it for a while I have chosen to just enjoy the damn beaver photograph.

Canon T2i with EF 100-400 f/4.5-5.0 L IS USM Lens at 275 mm, ISO 1600, Aperture Priority AE Mode1/2000 th sec at f/7.1 with no exposure compensation.

Well, all is not well with my blog feed and nothing went out this morning. Grrrrr! I suspect that you’re about to receive two posts as I’ve made my latest guess as to where the problem lies.

Thought that I would take a break today from Rockport and post this image that I took yesterday at the Assabet River National Wildlife Refuge. I call it “the flooded grove” – flooded by beavers, of course. I mean it to be thick, dark, and brooding as befits the Yule.

Yule is just what we need. It comes from early pagan germanic cultures and celebrates the rebirth of light and sunshine as the days begin on the solstice to get longer. Needless-to-say we have a long way to go. But I am heartened.

Canon T2i with EWF 100-400 mm f/4.5-5.6 L IS USM at 100 mm ISO 1600, Aperture Priority AE Mode 1/120th sec at f/7.1 with no exposure compensation.

“May the light illuminate your hearts and shine in your life every day of the year. May everlasting peace be yours and upon our Earth.” 
 Eileen Anglin

Wow, it’s been over two years since I posted an addition to my “Animal Faces” series. The whole idea of this black and white series is that the “eyes are the windows” to the soul. So today I am offering #13 “Betty.: Betty is a Boston Terrier, who is in charge of the waiting room at my automobile repair shop. Betty of course, has the biggest eyes and the sweetest face. She has a dog’s ability to play fetch with her tennis ball endlessly. The tennis ball barely fits in Betty’s mouth, but she has a totally lockjjaw grip on it complete with grrrrrrr!

By now, I suspect that everyone is tired of sunset photographs. So today I am going to cheat a bit and post an image of a sunrise on November 6, 2021 over Pigeon Cove in Rockport, MA taken with my big telephoto. The solar disk breaks through the clouds and trees. Indeed, I find it very intriguing to guess just where the sun will come up and am ever delighted to watch the first impression of the disk breaking through the trees lining the shore.

I have come to believe that to live by the sun, to watch its rising and settings, to gaze on the planets and mentally trace the great ecliptic arc in your mind’s eye is to live as we were meant to live.

“Sun worship is fairly simple. There’s no mystery, no miracles, no pageantry, no one asks for money, there are no songs to learn, and we don’t have a special building where we all gather once a week to compare clothing.”

— George Carlin

Sometimes the greatest element of the sunset lies not where the sun sets but opposed to it. Following the sunset of my last two posts my companion drew my attention to where the sea met the sky and the mist, the very shades of magenta and orange.

To me this is magical and I know the name of the magic. It draws us, or myself at least, to the seminal myth of English speaking peoples, the Arthurian myth, of the isle hidden amongst the mists of Avalon.

I think that humans cannot escape their myths. We either know them subconsciously or both consciously and subconsciously. And with these medieval Arthurian myths, we know them best when the days grow short, when we are cast in winter’s cold and darkness, when we approach the winter solstice.

“There is no such thing as a true tale. Truth has many faces and the truth is like to the old road to Avalon; it depends on your own will, and your own thoughts, whither the road will take you.” 
 Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon