Something was very important; what, I don’t know…
The Connecticut River forms a dark, watery divide between Vermont and New Hampshire (west and east, left and right – in more ways than one, respectively).
Shore leave at Perkin’s Cove, Ogunquit, Maine.
In a few hours, it will be the buzzing tree.
Charcoal impressions are all that remain, in the stairwell of the abandoned St. Anne’s Rectory in Turners Falls, MA.
A cold drink on a hot day.
The forest overtakes a solitary grave at the far reaches of the Prospect Hill Cemetery, in the early dusk on a warm June evening.
For the record. Post #400.
Late afternoon in the pottery studio.