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...
