Recorded in time and flame.
A place of beginnings.
A mountain swamp holds a spring promise.
Open water at the back end of the pond.
A life below.
Weatherbeaten cattail heads huddle at the edge of a beaver swamp.
The fleeting, unsolicited grace of the wild morning glory.
On a misty morning in Guilford, Vermont, accompanied by an amber snail.
Deep inside the safety of a cattail tangle.
Lost in a celebration of new growth, somewhere in June.