The edge of things to come.
A matter of scale.
Now it has begun.
From an unknown friend.
The ghosts of last summer huddle on the ground.
Waiting for a travelling companion.
A morning journal of passage on the river bank.
A new acquaintance by the river. Hello my friend!
High water at Shelburne Falls, MA after late autumn rains.
Opalescent granite lines the tumbling course of Stickney Brook.