Let the microscapes begin! Not the most beautiful or delicate of wildflowers, but one of the first to appear. I went wandering in one of the many nature preserves in Andover, Massachusetts the other day and one section of the swamp was covered with skunk cabbage. I read that they can come up so early... Continue Reading →
Fall in the White Mountains
Even though I'm still mourning my boy, I have been out shooting. Partly it takes my mind off him (which I stupidly feel guilt over), but mostly I'm glad I can. The health crisis I came though only had one stage of cure/recovery, but could have had two, the second of which would have totally... Continue Reading →
The Hike that Kicked My Ass
The strenuous, but beautiful hike to Mts. Jackson and Webster in the White Mountain National Forest in New Hampshire.
Another forest, another beaver pond; more fun with reflections.
Macro photography is fascinating and tricky, but I love it.