by Pat Coleman
Thanks to everyone who visited the Abbott Marshlands and contributed to our #TheMarshIsAlive Showcase.
I hope you have an opportunity to visit the Marshlands soon to enjoy the remaining days of Summer. Thanks again to all of you who for your continuing support of the Abbott Marshlands.
“In summer, the song sings itself.” William Carlos Williams
I was absolutely inspired when I joined the recent Discovery Walk last month. The rain the night before had created droplets of water on all of the trees, plants, and flowers in the park and the end result was so picturesque. I have a special place in my heart for bees so to capture one on the beautiful sweet pea flower with a droplet of water was an amazing moment for myself. It was the first time I photographed moving wildlife and the image came out better than I had envisioned.
I enjoy my walks around the Marshlands, always looking for interesting wildlife and plant life. This little toad was sitting on a tree near the Watson House, I just had to photograph him.
In April, I attended a Beaver Walk at dusk one evening. The sun was setting just as we got to view beaver and muskrat swimming back and forth silently with just their heads above the water. A fun experience and a view to remember. The intense hot orange sunset stood out sharply against the range of cool blues and purples of the water at night. I painted this in watercolor.
Dragonflies have become my favorite photographic subject! They will return to their perch in a few moments, so allow for retakes!
I love the lush plant growth of the tidal marsh in summer.
by Pat Coleman
“Behold, my friends, the spring is come; the earth has gladly received the embraces of the sun, and we shall soon see the results of their love.”– Sitting Bull
Thanks to everyone who visited the Abbott Marshlands and contributed to our #SpringFlowers Showcase.
I hope you have an opportunity to visit the Marshlands soon to enjoy its Spring Flowers. Thanks again to all of you who for your continuing support of the Abbott Marshlands.
When I see the first flowers of spring, I feel renewed. A pastel palette enlivens me! I mix up a mossy green and find peace painting a periwinkle sky. As I dip my brush into water I am reminded how my feet sink into the wet earth after a spring shower. The landscape is ever-changing and with the re-emergence of the sun, I am anxious to hit the trails for more inspiration
Spring has sprung!
Each spring the profusion of flowers amid the picnic tables at Watson Woods astonishes me. Most are Spring Beauty flowers. Interspersed are patches of Bluets, violets, and even a few dandelions. Altogether, they appear to be a spring snowstorm. Close inspection shows variation in colors and flower form.
In a wooded area on Bordentown Bluffs over the Crosswicks Creek is a magical area of azaleas we pass through to get to a great lookout point. The mountain laurel, azaleas and other flowering shrubs make this a passage of dancing, twisted-bark beauties, with birds, and blossoms blowing in the bluff breezes. A place we like to linger to appreciate it all.
It was really a wonderful surprise to find so many of these delicate spring flowers blooming on the Island.
by Pat Coleman
Thanks to everyone who visited the Abbott Marshlands and contributed to our #GoldenSunsets Showcase.
As Henry Thoreau said, “Every day a new picture is painted and framed, held up for half and hour, in such lights as the Great Artist chooses, and then withdrawn, and the curtain falls.”
I hope you have an opportunity to visit the Marshlands soon to enjoy its Golden Sunsets. Thanks again to all of you who for your continuing support of the Abbott Marshlands.
When I watch sunset in the marshlands, I am connected in an elementary way – colors, often intense, change from one moment to the next, offering drama for free!
I simply looked up
From the turtle
Warming on the deadfall.
The breath rushed out
Between pursed lips
As though I were trying to
Put out the flame.
Words faded to a benday gray.
Useless
Beneath the explosion.
It was cold,
But my glassy eyes
Turned hot. Then
Turned back
Toward the
Turtle’s loud splash
And the rings of gold and
Magenta and Sienna
Boiling as
They rolled silently across
The surface of the lake.
A great blue suddenly
Launched itself
Toward the conflagration,
Morphing to orange to yellow
To colorless
To a black line
Fading into the conflagration.
The shadows slowly returned
From the naked limbs and power lines,
Walking away from the
Fading blast of color.
Now quiet, muted.
Another special memory.
Always a surprise, always different, the sunsets over the Abbott Marshlands, especially at the wide vista at Spring Lake can range from gently calming to explosive. Fleeting moments of time, always treasured.
“There’s a sunrise and a sunset every single day, and they’re absolutely free. Don’t miss so many of them.” ― Jo Walton
When I am at the marsh at sunset, I feel at peace. It’s surprising to see the mud at low tide in the evening, the rich soil and puddles of water glistening. Winter has better distant views through the trees and is good for watching birds. Fall has a spattering of colors everywhere. In spring and summer I watch the greening and flowering of everything. The skies change and the reflections off the water add to the natural beauty. I learn something new each time I go and find inspiration there.
Sunsets over water are my favorites! I appreciate and enjoy each sunset, even the cloudy ones! And a lap around Spring Lake does the body and mind good too.
“Every day a new picture is painted and framed, held up for half and hour, in such lights as the Great Artist chooses, and then withdrawn, and the curtain falls.” Henry David Thoreau
by Pat Coleman
Thanks to everyone who visited the Abbott Marshlands and went #outonalimb to share the product of their inspiration.
The Abbott Marshlands are home to over 50 species of trees. The trees in the Marshlands not only serve as a source of inspiration. They also greatly contribute to the health of our waterways by preventing erosion, reducing pollutants, enhancing stream ecology, and providing food and habitat for a variety of life forms.
Please visit the Marshlands soon to enjoy its trees. And if you are looking for a great tool to help you to learn about the trees, here is a link to a tour of Roebling Park Trees developed and shared by Nick Alpeza. Thank you Nick! And thanks again to all of you who contributed to our Showcase!
When I spend time among the trees, I feel connected to the land and its history.
When I spend time among the trees, I am at peace.
When I spend time among the trees I feel connected to the soul of our planet.
The trees in the Abbott Marshlands always have a story, sometimes simple, sometimes profound, but always willing to express.
When I spend time in the woods, I marvel at the trees, often changing their cloak of colors. I think I found this trail at just the right time to see the brilliant oranges and reds of maple and sweet gum in autumn. They decorated it like an archway above my head on a beautiful cool, sunny day. A gift to see and paint!o
I love the starkness of bare trees in the winter sunlight.
by Pat Coleman
Welcome to the display of our first Abbott Marshlands’ Inspiration Showcase, #thedelawareismyriver.
Thank you to everyone who visited the River in September and a very special thanks to those who submitted their inspired artwork.
The Delaware River Basin is the ancestral home of the Lenape people. Long before the arrival of European settlers, the Lenape were traveling its waterways and forested trails and enjoying the bounty of fish in its rivers, and plant and animal life in its forests.
The bounty of the Delaware continues to be enormously important for all of the plants and animals that live in the Delaware River Valley. Our Showcase highlights the inspiration it provides to all who visit its shores.
We slid off the glass table
That was the creek,
And this time dared
To turn right,
Under the bridge,
Away from the smooth stone shore.
Wakes and waves
Pushed at the hulls
As we single filed
Into the river
In the midst of her long
Tidal exhale.
I stopped the game of
Dipping my paddles directly into
The center of the concentric rings
The other boat was making
And drifted,
And listened,
And heard
Behind the cacophony
Of motorboats and jet skis,
New sounds of life,
Many missing for some time.
Rustling, chirping, calling.
And saw fish, turtles sunning,
A great blue heron, and yes,
A soaring eagle.
All embracing the Delaware.
My old friend is back
In all her glory.
I’ve lived near the Delaware for most of my (long) life. I’ve watched it become traumatized by chemical and air pollutants. And, I’ve joyfully watched it’s slow comeback to now, a safe source of water, a place for recreation, and a place enjoyed by now thriving plant and animal life for us all to enjoy. Let’s help keep it that way.
When I spend time by the river, I appreciate nature, which also lends a calming influence.
I know the soul of trees–
triumphs, conceits, tribulations.
Every season I walk with Charlie
along the scenic Delaware
from Lambertville to Stockton
or Frenchtown starting at the Bridge Café,
beside the solid, honest trunks that stand the storms-
tapered, spindly branches up against the sky,
fragile, searching fingers worked by every wind.
I know the soul of trees as family,
as if they were my favorite folk of all time, over years–
their generosity, their foibles,
shy pastel offerings in spring,
summer’s confidence and bold sprawl,
then luminous autumn preening
in giddy orange, vacant yellow.
And later the inevitable sway and sigh
of boughs that gnarl and splinter awkwardly,
all vanity aside.
Today, lost in thought and humming
I welcome the maternal hand
of leaves that shade our path.
Charlie scavenges, nose buried in all the private places,
at ease behind a hackberry’s broad bottom,
dark growth of furry roots, laced in grasses,
damp and fusty from when the river jumped the bank.
I know the forgiving soul of trees–the soul of parents, of trusted confidantes.
And we know yours, I hear them tell in wind and rustle–
as would do any kind, attentive friend
who has heard your yearnings, your frailty.
When I spend time at the river I feel serene and soothed by nature’s earthy palette. I often find myself thinking aloud and working through problems as I walk.
The Delaware River is inspiring regardless of season. In winter, I am drawn to the many forms of ice including pancake ice. What is missing from this photograph is the sound of ice fragments moving against one another and the play of the fragments as they realign to form a dynamic mosaic.
When I spend time at the river, I feel calm and I feel connected to this beautiful planet.
Our next Inspirations Showcase will be open for entries soon. Keep an eye on our website for details. (HINT: think TREES in the Abbott Marshlands)
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