Lake Placid Bald Eagles

This past Thanksgiving I was lucky enough to get a chance to take my kayak out for a paddle on Lake Placid. It was cold, gray, and peaceful. Two bald eagles (one photographed) shared the aura with me.
Bald Eagle
Bald Eagle
Photographed November 27th, 2014 on Lake Placid, Adirondack Mountains, New York.


The Sacred One

January 4th, 2015

Dreary, rainy, gray weather the majority of the day, but a slight improvement late in the afternoon. I decided to hit the woods to fight off some Adirondack cabin fever. Not far from town I wandered up an unexplored (at least by me) hillside. My thermometer read 46°F, only confirming why the world around me was melting. I shot some dripping icicles under a ledge. The ground was still covered in snow, deep in some places, but becoming patchy in others.
Up above, clearly exposed to the elements was a magnificent, old white pine. It was gnarly, scarred, and full of character. One of its lower limbs, coated with green lichens laid broken at its base. It was freshly snapped. If I had to guess, the damage was done from a recent Nor’easter that hit the region December 9th -11th, downing trees with its heavy wet snow and ice. I measured the great pine’s diameter, carefully skirting around the short ledge it was growing from. 37.5 inches.
The Sacred One
As I photographed The Sacred One, the clouds began to break apart and quickly heralded in a gorgeous red sunset.
Cold temperatures are predicted for tonight. The saturated snow from today will be solid ice by tomorrow.

Photographs taken today in Saranac Lakes Wild Forest, Adirondack Mountains, New York.

The Veteran Pine

It has been one spectacular Fall day after another. Below is my entry for yesterday:

September 27. Clear, but warmer with a little more haze. Another day of exploration in the Ampersand Woods. I hike to a black cherry growing on a knoll that I’d like to measure. Its diameter is thirty-seven and a half inches. Impressive! Two of its main limbs are broken and hanging by splinters, probably an injury from heavy snow or ice. But otherwise, the tree is doing well. Its bark suggests its older age, some of it flaking off in large sheets. How many black bears over the years have scaled this trunk in pursuit of bitter cherries?

I continue on my way towards an old pine stump I found earlier in the season. Its size was memorable and I’d like to measure it. I stretch my tape around the rotten stump and do my best to account for its missing wood and bark. I estimate at four and a half feet (the standard height to measure a tree’s diameter) the trunk was around fifty-six or fifty-seven inches in diameter. This was a mammoth pine!

The Veteran Pine
Inside the hollowed stump.

One hundred years have probably passed since this tree was alive, and based on its size, it could have easily been three hundred years old when it died. As a seedling, this pine would have been growing before any European even set foot in the region. As a mature tree, wolves may have roamed beneath its canopy and passenger pigeons may have perched in its branches. This is The Veteran Pine.

I would love to stay and contemplate The Veteran Pine’s history for the rest of the day, but I know there is more waiting to be discovered.

The Veteran Pine
I believe this mound is all that’s left of The Veteran Pine’s decomposing trunk.

I move on in search of big trees, but instead find myself in a swamp of stunted black spruce. It is a beautiful, solemn old swamp and I will surely be visiting it another day.

The sun is getting low and I keep on trekking. The woods open up and I’m greeted by a vast meadow of leatherleaf surrounding an open brook. A glorious Adirondack scene. I take a few pictures and admire the the thin crescent moon brightening in the sky.
A Classic Adirondack Scene

But the no-see-um welts on my arms, neck, and face tell me it’s time to go. It will be a long bushwhack back through the dark. A GPS, compass, and headlamp are essential. Without them I would be lost, but even with them, I can’t believe how much I want to veer left, always. So many times I convince myself I’m going the wrong way, but I shed my pride knowing my compass is always right.

I push through a thicket of red spruce saplings and find a large glacial erratic. On it, a red-backed salamander crawls along its way. The light of my headland reflects off its shiny skin.

Another forty-five minutes of tramping and I hear the distant honking of Canada geese. A half hour later I’m back to my car. Time to go home.

September 10th, 2014

Amazing how a little time can change your perspective. Today I revisited a stand of massive white pines I had come across over the winter not long after moving up to the Adirondacks. But I couldn’t believe I was in the same stand today! The trees were so much smaller than I remembered. I guess I’ve been really spoiled lately with all the big guys I’ve been measuring. Anyway, here are a few photos from the day I figured I’d share:

A geometrid moth (I think) resting on a disappointingly tiny white pine trunk.

Pearly everlasting. Found in dry fields, roadsides, and in this case, under a powerline.

Goldenrod . . . species to be determined.

Have a great night!

September 9th, 2014

Another perfect September day. Sunny and clear with no humidity. After work, I made my way up to the Singed Giant. (As far as I know, it hasn’t been named before.) A coworker showed it to me. It’s not far from my office, but I doubt it gets visited often. The inside is charred from fire and the top is thinning out. I don’t know how many more years it has in it, so I’m happy to have photographed it. On my way out, a barred owl called through the dark. A very a good night.

The Singed Giant has a circumference of 172.5 inches.

I’ll be returning this winter to get a better shot of the top when the neighboring trees have lost their leaves.

September 1st, 2014

I managed to take a quick trip to the 1675 grove this evening. Despite it being the first day of September, the forest was still warm and humid. All was quiet except for the unexpected treat of some coyotes howling in the distance. What a privilege to watch the sun’s final setting rays illuminate the grove’s super-canopy while the rest of the woods were cloaked in darkness.

Tree 109 has a 170.3 inch circumference. Note the scar running down the trunk, presumably a healed lightning strike. Also note my ridiculous safari hat.

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August 25th, 2014

Another beautiful day. Mostly clear with a little haze. Hot in the afternoon but not too humid. The grove was calling me all day. Got to it right after work. Measured a few trees and took some photographs. As far as I know, this is the first photograph ever taken in this grove.

Pine Marten Grove