Along the Housatonic River

I recently visited this protected area along the Housatonic River in Great Barrington, Massachusetts, called Housatonic Flats. The area is a floodplain. Here, trees and other plants do not just survive, but thrive, when the river overflows its banks. This tree is at the edge of the riverbank, and it apparently toppled when the eroding bank could no longer support it. I marvel at how this tree has adapted to being partially uprooted and how it continues to put out new growth.

Although I don’t often come across a tree with a horizontal trunk and vertical branches, that is not the reason I decided to make the photograph. Instead, I was intrigued by the pattern of lines made by the trunk and its branches, and I thought that they made an interesting design.

Nature's Beauty is Fleeting – Don't Procrastinate

I discovered this maple tree along the Konkapot River in the Berkshires five years ago. On that first encounter, which was late autumn, the leaves had already fallen, but I was attracted to the tree's branching structure and its position along the river. I took this photo two years later after a heavy rain storm.

Recently I stopped off to visit the tree. Once again the water was high and rushing, due to recent heavy rains, but the tree was no longer standing. The trunk was lying on the ground alongside the river. It was probably toppled by tropical storm Irene this past summer. Thinking back over those past years, I'm glad that I continued to check on the tree for possible photographs, otherwise I  would never have captured its majestic stance along the rushing river.

Many things in nature seem long lasting and unchangeable, but things can change quickly. I have become aware of the fleeting beauty of nature, and that if I procrastinate, I may lose the chance to capture something wonderful. Several photos that I have taken can no longer be made. A beaver pond has become overgrown with tall weeds along the edge. A waterfall composition changed when a large log became lodged nearby after a storm. Ironically, it's the scenes I see frequently that I am prone to put off photographing for another time, hoping the lighting will be better, rather than making the effort to seek out the magic light before sunrise or at sunset.