Matt Hurley gave me a call last week. He said he had been walking at one of the Land Trust properties at Ocean Point and noticed some things that might interest me (personally and photographically). Pleased for the call.

Matt hikes a lot, enjoys nature and Robert Frost's writing; he actually remembers things the man wrote. I remember a line from Rudyard Kipling's, “Gunga Din,” sometimes. A Land Trust walk might be good for my brain.

The weather had been beautiful for over a week and things were really beginning to pop. I don't get out much.

Woods isn't what comes to mind at Ocean Point, but this is a different part of Ocean Point. It's boggy with ledge. There's a pond with lots of fallen down trees and plenty of little tucked away places that object to light. Within areas of full sun there are pockets of deep darkness. Shadows glow.

The skunk cabbage was (and probably still is) uncurling in the wet places. I sunk up to my calves a couple of times and almost walked out of my shoes trying to see. But Matt was right; it's an interesting place. There was lots of reindeer moss too, great patches that shimmered in the sunlight and varied in shade and color.

Mr. Frost might have had fun and made a few notes. Kipling, not so much.