A fresh appearance in the glade.
Red sphagnum moss on a frozen ledge seep.
Huddled over a fallen silver maple.
Could there be anything finer?
The cycle turns again.
Shade lover by the brookside.
High on a ledge above the Connecticut River.
A seep-soaked cloak on Wantastiquet ledge.
Unfurling in its rocky perch.
A stone-lined spring, high in the hills.