All journeys are rewarded.
The sun was out, there was only thin snow on the ground, I thought it might be possible to take the bike path along the Little River.
This spot now needs no introduction:
The path was navigable by bicycle. I stopped at the trail that I know leads to a homeless people’s encampment. This time it was deserted — not a surprise, after the cold, and rain, and snow of the past few weeks. I was finally able to photograph it, first the way one comes upon it using the trail off the bike path, then approaching it from the Little River side.
The sky had clouded over and I was pretty sure it was about to rain, as predicted. I decided to head back.
On the way, however, I saw another encampment that I’ve noticed before, right below Rt. 2, and could not resist trying to photograph it as well.
Who should I meet there but a gaggle of geese in a marshy area at the edge of Yates Pond
on the opposite side from where I’ve photographed before. This encampment is less complexly organized, looks to have been abandoned longer, or perhaps its ecosystem never reached climax.
When I started photographing the geese again, they didn’t appreciate it.
It was raining in earnest, and I had to get home.
If we’re part of the ecosystem, as I believe, then the people who made these improvised habitats were living closer to it, day to day, than 99% of the rest of us. And with less of an impact on it? I’m sure they don’t drive cars. Not that I have any plans to take up their way of life, but unfinished thoughts followed me home. Which I need to pursue.