All pictures taken with a NIKON D50 digital camera
Pawtuckaway Wetland Beavers
I am aware of our mortality and strive to make the most of each day. We can’t take it with us so we must walk our paths with love, hope and understanding.
The paths taken on walks in differing season give me pause to take in the lives of some of my natural neighbors. The Beaver population in the wetland system of Pawtuckaway State Park has fascinated me for the years lived in its midst.
Enjoy the simple things and you can feel the grand connection to it all. The old stone walls seen all thru New Hampshire and New England were put in place slowly, stone by stone walls were made day by day.
They framed old forest and field, stream river and lake shores.
The stone walls were made with great effort and persistence. They held the makers hopes and framed their dreams. The walls are not unlike the beavers den and winter food supply, it was all part of survival.
We can’t take it with us, but just as the ancestors we can leave our focus.
Whether framed in stone or words or decisions it remains after us,
Weathered by wind, water and time
With stones added and landscape shaped by those who cross this path.
This den is downlake from where I live. The branches you see sticking up are the tips of a winter food supply that is reached underwater, OUCH!
A one foot radius tree that the beaver is working on in an attempt to get at the rest of the tree. If only they could climb it would be easier.
Closeup of the tooth marks and work that goes into downing a tree with your teeth. I get tired of chewing downing a large meal!
The beaver has cut all of these sections in an attempt to down one tree which is still hung up in another tree. This shows the persistence and determination to survive which is inate in nature.
A closeup of the beaver den and the nights snack material.
I leave you on this path with the stream that fills the pond. This beaver has built a house with running water! Peace to all!
Hit the road early to ride the 99 miles from home to Hampton Beach. I wanted to take pictures of the Sand Sculptures before the afternoon downpours alter the art perfection. Already some wind though hot hazy and sunny as I tucked my self behind the Cycles shield for gusts. Route 4 to Route 93 to Route 101 all a good motorcycle cruise to my destination. The beach culture was just getting started with various groups and couples heading to the sand, some starting volleyball games, some swimming and exploring the shore. The Sand Sculpture is a joy which I am drawn to each year. Enjoy!
Hampton Beach N.H.
