A December morning shrouds the Great Bend, at the confluence of Vernon’s Town Brook and the Connecticut River.
Yellow jelly fungus is a winter visual delight.
Clockwise, the way of the dance.
A mouse’s store of rose hips overflows its bird’s nest larder near the site of Fort Dummer at December’s end.
At the center of this place.
An ancient beech holds its place in the sky.
The permanence of change.
This is the place to which we have been coming.