Chief amongst his brethren…
Closed for 30 years, the still-graceful steel arch of the Schell Bridge makes a fading link over the languid Connecticut River between East and West Northfield, MA.
The cobble-clad bottom of the Connecticut is transformed by the limpid corrugations of a brilliant day. There, I said it.
Nodding clusters of choke cherry (Prunus virginiana) are brightening the hedgerows of May.
A muted rainbow lines the lip of a freshwater mussel shell, washed ashore on the bank of the bypass reach at Turners Falls, MA.
Mountain lichen (Dimelaena oreina) encrusts the surface of a quartzite outcropping on the north shore of Indian Pond in Chesterfield, NH.
The glories of May swell the edges of a meadow terrace above the West River.
Asymmetrical samaras lie atop the remains of their fallen brethren: in a grove of silver maples thriving on a Connecticut River setback in East Putney, Vermont.
Cascading brackets of the wonderfully-named dryad’s saddle catch a single elm samara.