“The end is where we start…” T.S. Eliot
Tiny and vigilant, watching the river’s edge.
The Connecticut begins its bend below the foot of Stebbins Island on a steamy July morning.
Pointillism of the grounded sort.
A red eft skirts the edge of a river terrace near Broad Brook.
The day goes down in glory.
Also known as soapwort, Saponaria officinalis is a natural source of a very gentle cleanser.
A ceremony for midsummer.
Dweller of hedgerows and fallow fields, its thorns give fair warning.
A splendid midsummer prospect.
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