Worlds without end.
Sycamore awaits the spring.
A partial ice-out opens the river.
White pine and turkey tail cloak a stump at Stevens’ Rock in mid-winter.
Where the ravens fly.
South from the ridge along the Connecticut, high and clear.
An opportunistic interloper at the margins.
Twilight at the Rock Dam.
Hemlock witness above the deep current.
A modest riverbank dweller.