Lushness washes the hollow in North Leyden.
The day begins on a quiet note.
The River beckons.
Beaver lodge anchors the shore in a drifting fog.
The Green River signals change in the air.
This land has seen me before.
An open winter, January rain on the Great Bend.
A game trail threads a grove of horsetail in the river fog.
A December morning shrouds the Great Bend, at the confluence of Vernon’s Town Brook and the Connecticut River.