A bejeweled hunter.
High on a ledge above the Connecticut River.
The past is always with us.
Female flowers begin to open at long last.
A seep-soaked cloak on Wantastiquet ledge.
An abundance of rejoicing.
The sweet scent of a new season.
The forest floor begins to glow.
Unfurling in its rocky perch.
Dicentra cucullaria begins to show.