Naturally occurring fissures crisscross the granite outcroppings on Black Mountain.
All the way to the top at the Poet’s Seat Tower in Greenfield, MA.
Snow on the rear window droops as the defroster begins to warm the glass. Soon this situation will pass…
The back (track) side of a closed lumber mill.
Magnolia buds keep their furry coats pulled tight on a chill March afternoon.
A twisted red pine atop the west summit of Black Mountain.
Change is in the air, its breath settling in swathes upon the dormant land.
From the bottom of the meadow, a warm blush begins to color the land.