Amazing how the writing mind can bounce back with a little time away, and some exposure to nature. The last two days have been great. Here are a few pix I took of, and around, Quechee Gorge in Vermont.
That bridge you see way down is Vermont Rt. 4, but was originally the bridge for the Woodstock Railroad.
Downstream of the gorge.
Another shot downstream, but this one with accursed Japanese bamboo weed in the foreground. I hope it hasn’t taken over by the next time I visit.
Forest along the gorge.
This sculpture replicates the movement of an eagle’s wings when maneuvering in a steep bank prior to diving. If you walk between the two bars and glide your hands along the metal with arms outstretched, your arms move in a reproduction of the eagle’s wing motion.
A cool wind sculpture near the nature center, caught in three different positions.
And now I head home, with hopes that I can keep some of this lodged in my forebrain for a while.