Pink Lady’s Slipper (L’Ile Du Marais)

Thursday, May 30th, 2019

I am missing the spring with all this work I am doing on the house, so we took an emergency trip to L’Ile Du Marais. It’s been a while! The woods were positively overflowing with wildflowers. Being mainly a photographer of two very specific individuals (I really should branch out), I didn’t take many photos of the delicate blooms. It was an absolutely delightful trip! We should go more often.

 

 

How does this superior-type expression of self arise in isolated individuals? Akiva has never seen someone take this posture.

 

 

Portrait on the very very very abandoned car.

 

 

 

Another five-leaf trillium!

 

 

 

Iris inspects the labia of a lady’s slipper.

 

Where the Foot Bridge Used to Be (Akiva Turns 4)

Wednesday, May 22nd, 2019

There is a woodland path that begins across Rue Gosselin from the school. I have photographed here often. When there was a camp at Val Estrie, there was an obstacle course of sorts for the children to take part in. In the years since the camp’s closure, the games have fallen into disrepair. Some have ropes that are strangling trees. Some interesting components have been moved to new homes someplace by adventuresome hands. The tires are rotting. This spring, the tiny bridge washed out.

 

 

The bridge was integral in getting from one side of the river to the otherβ€” as bridges often are. Now one can cross by getting wet, which is fine if the weather is warm and one is prepared to get wet. In winter, the river freezes over eventually, and then it’s simple enough to get to the other side. But during the winter thaws, the long autumns and the chilly springs, the little river is impassible to all but the most intrepid of little children and the most long-legged of adults. Because there is no longer a camp and the new owner has no interest in entertaining trespassers, there is little hope that a new bridge will be put in place.

 

 

You can see the tiny bridge in the last photo of this postβ€” https://barefootfool.com/the-river-children/ β€”and in the first photo of this postβ€” https://barefootfool.com/tiny-bridge-tiny-river-little-boy/

 

At Pont Drouin Covered Bridge

Tuesday, April 23rd, 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

At Meach Cove

Sunday, April 7th, 2019

Chloe and Neil brought us down to Meach Cove for the purpose of throwing sticks and rocks in the water. At this point, Neil and Akiva discovered that they have a lot more in common than previously thought. And the list was already long! Akiva’s interest was mainly in making big splashes. Neil’s interest was mainly in seeing how far across the water he can skip a stone. A rounded flat stone resembling a discus brought the two together as Neil twirled daintily down a large rock jutting into the lake and let goβ€” The stone skipped! And splashed! Magnificent. Sadly, I was to intrigued by the action to photograph any of this, so you’ll just have to take my word for it.

 

Later, I did manage to take out my camera.

 

 

 

Neil clearly has issues with this tree. Iris sides with the tree as usual but keeps mum.

 

 

 

I like this picture because it looks like my friends have lost their heads.

 

 

 

Portrait with Mosses (LaPlatter Nature Park)

Saturday, April 6th, 2019

Iris Turns Seven (LaPlatte Nature Park)

Friday, April 5th, 2019

For Iris’s seventh birthday, I take my goofballs to one of our favorite old stomping grounds in Shelburne, Vermont.

 

 

 

Iris’s first winter, I carried her all over the LaPlatte Nature Park. Those were the days!Β  Down at the river, someone had nailed a rudimentary handrail to a log. I crossed the log often, trusting the worn crampons on my old army surplus snowshoes to keep me from sliding off the log into the river as I gently touched the handrail to steady my balance, sleeping baby on my back.

 

 

 

The log was washed out with the spring floods, so the same someone decided he’d like to try his hand at building a suspension bridge. It was pretty good, but he got in trouble for doing so without a permit, so he had to dismantle it. I blogged about the incident on June 1st, 2014.

 

 

 

So the next winter, Joplin (that’s his name) built a bridge of sticks and posted a sign, “river crossing for squirrels foxes and other small mammals,” just to let people know that the bridge was NOT intended for them to use. Wink wink. Who has ever heard of needing a permit to build a squirrel bridge? I blogged about the incident on January 26, 2015.

 

 

 

I met Joplin the summer of 2016. He told me of his intentions to raise money and find some budding engineers to build a permissible suspension bridge. I stayed up to date with his goings-on, but did not partake in anything other than walking in the woods. The following year, he built a new small mammals bridge, as small bridges do have the habit of wandering downstream in spring floods.

 

 

 

We had sold the house by the time work begun on the bridge. For Iris’s seventh birthday, we visited Joplin’s suspension bridge for the first time. It is a troll bridge. I love it! I miss you sorely, LaPlatte Nature Park.

 

 

The sign reads (with some punctuation edits):

One day a troll who lived in a mountain shouted: “There’s a cow bellowing!”

Seven years later, the troll who lived across the valley answered: “Couldn’t it just as well be a bull as a cow?”

Another seven years passed before the troll in a third mountain, nearby, screamed, “If you two don’t keep quiet and stop this commotion, I’ll have to move!”

The End.

 

Goofballs (L’Île du Marais)

Friday, March 29th, 2019

 

Iris & Akiva discuss the various merits of their snowballs.

 

 

 

Akiva is left with the feeling of having created an inferior snowball.

 

 

 

We climb the lookout that I might take a fine dual portrait in front of the marsh.

 

 

 

Then I try individual portraits.

 

 

 

A wide-angle lens definitely increases goofballishness in closeup.

 

 

 

We have a memorable adventure.

 

Crystal Transformation

Monday, March 18th, 2019

Old, hard snow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our feet leave no tracks.

 

At Tinker Falls with Gramps

Wednesday, March 6th, 2019

After all these months, Iris does not get better. Tired of emergency appointments, I bring the children to my folks have Gramps look at her. As we look forward to the equinox, now just two weeks away, Iris regains her health. Three months of illnesses has made this long winter dark. I live in the shadow of a looming fear of its return.

 

 

 

I love these falls. I have visited them at so many different ages in my life.

When I watch their falling water or their hanging ice, I see my family.

 

Boardwalk at L’Îsle du Marais, rue des Sapins, Sainte-Catherine-de-Hatley

Saturday, November 24th, 2018