Fanciful foliage Color popping scenery which seems other worldly is the reason leaf peepers travel hundreds of miles to dispel the disbelief and witness for themselves the miracle of nearly mythical proportions that have been described to them. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Prairiefire crabapple Warm days and cool nights spark the shift of lush leaves of green into flaming fronds and ripen the last fruits of the year so that critters of all kinds might have enough to survive the coming cold season. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Native hydrangea In early summer the big-leaf cousin of this hydrangea gets all the attention in New England with its showy blue flowers, but in late-summer the creamy white heads of this variety turn to a lovely blushing pink as a subtle reminder of their enduring beauty. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Foliage collage Early autumn in New England is like watching the pure pigments squeezed fresh from the tube directly onto an artist's pallet - visitors from the cadmium family of greens, yellows, oranges and reds. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Eastside Brook Seeing the course that nature takes through the woods seems much like the trek a child might take, not a straight line of the easiest path, but a rambling one - hopping along the tops of larger rocks, stepping over fallen trees, stopping to inspect the waters of the deeper pools, finding a... Continue Reading →
Sandy trek Somewhere out of view we can hear the soft churn of the ocean waves upon the shore, perhaps just beyond this rise of sandy dunes and over the same course that deep tracks of footsteps and wheeled vehicles journeyed before us today or many days passed. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Pink zinnia Hovering over this zinnia blossom is a solitary honey bee vigorously searching for nectar to feed the hive for the survival of its fragile offspring - labor day indeed! Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Echinacea purpurea Is this bee really searching through the lower petals of this purple coneflower looking for nectar, as if picking scraps from a full beard after the meal at the table has been cleared away? Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Garden crossroads Stepping out of the woods there are so many options to consider, a patter over the slates to the open grass lawn, or a journey down a side path to a park bench, or a spot in the shade on a granite bench by a miniature pond, or a turn to the right... Continue Reading →
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