Wilderness - Adirondacks
The remote terrain of the Adirondack Mountains is timeworn, wild, and sublimely alluring. A serene quiet permeates the ambiance of this place---a boundless poetic thrum of wilderness---amid wistful songs from White Breasted Sparrows, a distant crackle of a limb dropping in the forest, or the muffled clattering of stones down a mountainside. Needles of Balsam breezily blanket black sphagnum earth, precipitating such a welcome fragrance. Rocks, and boulders the size of houses are clothed in antique patterns of lichens, mosses, and mineral stains, while the elusive spectacle of feldspar crystals embedded in the ancient gabbro, glistening, scintillating turquoise, purple, rose, and gold is nearly mystical---sunlit glimmering-color spots emanating from polished translucent pools. The brooks and creeks are as lyrical as they are driven---secret trickling runnels in the highlands to the flume of ravines, cascading and flamboyant. Despite innumerable obstacles they course and drop, becoming confluent tributaries impelled by the draw of dramatic watershed topography. In such seclusion, surrounded by myriad entrancements inherent in this haven of crevasses and peaks, homage to backcountry involves great attentiveness, and the rewarding effort of discovering lavish natural wonders.
The Adirondack hinterland is unto itself, and the act of painting in this preserve is earned. Engaging sublime bonds, from memory or when venturing again across its borders, the wilderness of the Adirondacks will always be a homeland.
