Nymphaea lights the darkness.
A place of beginnings.
A small huddle brightens a spring-fed ledge above the Meadows.
Wild and hidden, as it has always been.
Dry after the spring freshet.
In gratitude for these gifts.
Sediment layers from Lake Hitchcock – 15,000 years ago.
A mountain brook steps its way down the ledge.
The Deerfield River surges through the Salmon Hole.
An abandoned beaver pond catches the evening sky.