Bearded Iris If nature is not enough, then what is? A garden of tall bearded irises protect their magnificent royal heads with long stiff flattened blades around their stalks - no one dare enter, but the pollinators. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Peaceful respite After a long day of Spring clean-up, a cool granite bench in the shade is a pleasant spot to recuperate by a little pond, or just up the garden path is a wooden bench if you prefer. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Gentle river The flow of water through this bend in the Warner river fluctuates greatly throughout the year, but the sand bars and lush greenery several feet up the bank indicate the season has been somewhat dry. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Blue bunnies In a hunt for Easter eggs, these two slate blue cunicular rascals must surely know the secret places amongst the garden where the treasures might all be hidden - if only they left a trail of jelly beans to find them... Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Azure pleasure White sands of the beach hide just below the clear blue high-tide waters of this cliffside island point, which seems untouched by mankind. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Greener pastures Just through the ferns, tall grasses, and low shrubs is a clearing of vibrant lime green grass trimmed neatly and most suitable for a picnic or the ideal location for a landing spot smack dab in the middle of the fairway if the ball hadn't hooked into the rough. Words and images by... Continue Reading →
Twilight embers Silhouettes of trees and hills on this midsummer's eve surround Lake Eileen serving as a barrier between the water and sky, dampening the last embers of the warm day. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Bay estuary Tufts of beach grass grow behind a rocky jetty separating the bay from the tawny beach and guiding the flow of tide waters rolling through a narrow estuary where seabirds are likely to hunt for exposed shellfish. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Sandy neck It's a long walk down to the open seashore of this sandy neck beach, but that teal streak across the horizon beckons to be visited by barefooted explorers. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
