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I don’t do much post-processing with my images, as I prefer to get the work done on the front end, and trust my camera’s ability to render a scene.

This shot, though, seemed to call out for significant cropping, as I felt the lawn leading up to the water diluted the drama of the scene. (I didn’t get closer in deference to the property owner.)

Though I wouldn’t consider the image below “much post-processing”, it is a significant crop from the original. I liked the cropped version initially, but now I’m back to the original composition, mostly for its greater sense of space, including that beautiful sky.


Winter Dusk, Wilmington, VT

January 26, 2018


November Trail, Madison, CT

November 25, 2017



Indian Summer, Woodstock, VT

October 22, 2017


Evidence, Chesterfield, NH

October 11, 2017

We share our home on this earth with a vast number of creatures large and small,* who occupy all sorts of ecological niches around us.

Beavers – that’s their handiwork above – favor streams and marshes, and are second only to man for their ability to manipulate the environment.** They’re mostly nocturnal animals, though you might see one swimming around a pond in the late afternoon. More info on these mammals here.

This fallen white birch was probably 20 feet from a marsh, and 30 feet of so from a stream.

* The Vedas, the most ancient of Hindu scriptures, describe 8.4 million species of life on the planet.

** per National Geographic


September Day, Chester, CT

September 15, 2017

Lying on the beach at Cedar Lake (the water perfect for swimming), looking off into the blue distance, and up comes that old lyric: “..that lucky old sun, got nothin’ to do, but roll around heaven all day..”

That’s from the the 1949 tune Lucky Old Sun, music by Beasley Smith and words by Haven Gillespie – covered by many, including Ray Charles, Louie Armstrong, Frank Sinatra and Johnny Cash.


Oxen and cellphones – together after 6000 years or so.


Spring, Old Saybrook, CT

April 16, 2017

The fire in the woodstove has given way to star magnolia, forsythia and other blossoms, as the sun says “I’ll take it from here…”


And then, when the season is the coldest, a gentle snow falls, leaving behind a soft white blanket and a quiet stillness that reminds us – when we are most apt to forget – of the beauty of a New England winter.

The tree here I have not yet ID’ed, but I did see it had some soft tan catkins the other day. There were three (!!) bird nests visible in its branches last winter – a veritable condo complex.