Nymphaea lights the darkness.
The day begins on a quiet note.
Beaver lodge anchors the shore in a drifting fog.
A Guilford slate quarry is locked away in another time.
A native holly sparks the trailside with abundance.
Brightness blurs into a shorter frame at Weatherhead Hollow Pond.
Frost coats the season’s offerings alongside the pond.
Crouching in the shelter of a fallen beech.
Golden rank and file.
The opportunities are limitless at this moment.