Hidden worlds of subtle beauty.
A secretive delight in the dampness.
Witch hazel waits ’til October to flower in tiny golden sparks.
A muted rainbow lines the lip of a freshwater mussel shell, washed ashore on the bank of the bypass reach at Turners Falls, MA.
Peering inside a gap in the brilliant white mass of a frozen mountainside waterfall, the water was still falling, murmuring, splashing – the ice was still alive at its heart.
The hidden coolness of a sidestreet patio in old Laredo, Texas.