Bearded Iris I With its striking regal beauty and engaging presence, the robust shades of the purple and gold bearded iris stand out among its peers, attracting and delighting even casual onlookers. Anyone can see that the majesty's hand, heart, and tongue are equally bestowed with the gift of grace. Words and images by Michael... Continue Reading →
Nelly Moser Born out of the Victorian era, Nelly Moser is a tall, refined, and elegant lady adorned in champagne-pink satin with accents of magenta stripes. Yet her tufts of silver blonde hair bounce gently from loping carefree at the cotillion. Many gaze sweetly at her resting ever so gracefully against a lighted column at... Continue Reading →
Marsh path A sandy path offers a tranquil journey amidst the soothing sounds of rustling grasses, the intermittent calls of passing birds, and the salty fragrance of marshland flora, adding to the serene and picturesque setting. It is an experience that is both soft and crisp in the same moment. Is there anything else like... Continue Reading →
Pouting beauty Is it any wonder that Vincent van Gogh was inspired by the beauty of irises? The vivid colors and captivating appearance of the flowers embody the expressive and emotional nature of his unique style and vision - beguiling in every sense of the word. Any idea what variety this might be? Words and... Continue Reading →
Cinnamon Bear Rare in these parts is the subspecies of eastern black bear, known for its brown, sometimes auburn fur. This one appears to enjoy spending time frolicking with his cinnamon fern friends. Have you ever encountered one yourself? Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Hyacinthoides Non-scripta Hushed springtime breezes awaken these fairy flowers amid the dappled shade appearing underfoot deciduous groves. Be careful though not to disturb these blooms or, as folklore tells, the fairies resting within them will grow angry and lead the violator astray to become forever lost in the woods. Words and images by Michael J.... Continue Reading →
Morning Snowfall Beholding the early morning light glinting through the distant woods and casting its warm glow upon the icy still landscape, was as if witnessing the heart of the world beat for the first time anew. Words and images by Michael J. Hall




















