Metta (pronounced May-Tay), one of my eastern painted turtles. She swam around the reeds at Melendy Brook a bit and came back to my backpack on the ground to come home. Summer.
Wildlife Pond at Beaver Brook
I just loved how the setting sunlight reflected on the ice. You can 'see' the overwhelming silence and calm. During the windless days of winter, being there in person is lot like looking at the photo - silent, solitary and peaceful (without the discomfort of the freezing cold of course!) End of Winter.
I just loved how the setting sunlight reflected on the ice. You can 'see' the overwhelming silence and calm. During the windless days of winter, being there in person is lot like looking at the photo - silent, solitary and peaceful (without the discomfort of the freezing cold of course!) End of Winter.
Bronze Copper Butterfly
I was out looking for milksnakes and black racers in the powerline corridor near my home when I chanced upon this lovely little butterfly. I loved the colors against the dried grasses. Summer.
I was out looking for milksnakes and black racers in the powerline corridor near my home when I chanced upon this lovely little butterfly. I loved the colors against the dried grasses. Summer.
Lower Purgatory Falls
I took this picture while at my dog walking job. All that ice is usually a copious, gushing waterfall over moss strewn rocks. Winter.
I took this picture while at my dog walking job. All that ice is usually a copious, gushing waterfall over moss strewn rocks. Winter.