Doane's Falls, Royalston, Massachusetts
Hemlock sparkles amidst the whooshing vibrations of cascading Lawrence
and the ferns, mosses and lichens listen, safe and sound on the rocks.
Coming together to flourish in the glamour of passing through...
Doane's Falls, Royalston, Massachusetts
On this first day of spring, not much to show. No leaves, no flowers, no insects...
Only a hunch of being hidden in the sounds of waterfalls.
Great Brook Farm State Park, Massachusetts
This is a place I like to wander about, where each face looks as if seen many times before.
Or so it seems.
A moss is a moss is a moss, one would think.
Not today.
The sunlight is diffused through white clouds. No shadows. Only soft shades.
The air, the earth, the rocks are soaked in water.
And how do mosses feel about this?
Well, just look at them...
Wachusett Meadow Wildlife Sanctuary, Massachusetts
A glimmer of winter is reflecting off of sculpted motions of burbling streams.
Gurgles permeate the woods,
frozen sprinkles and bounces suspend the time.
Amidst the soon to be awakened... it is all about water, isn't it ?
