Charles W. Ward Reservation, Andover, Massachusetts
Late spring or early summer ?
Leaves are still young, bright, perfect.
Mingling through the woods. Dancing with the shadows in light breeze.
Grasses are taller, do not allow cross-walks any more.
And the rocks would not mind.
Ready, as usual, for my boots.
Arriving to the beaver's pond, an artwork of a primeval engineer.
Where all is worked-out without touching anything.
Or so IT feels.
Some trees were sacrificed. All the rest came by nature. Bringing water to those who need IT.
Yet meant for a beaver...
