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
Green dragonfly i A gorgeous green dragonfly alights upon a Korean lilac which provides no camouflage with its contrasting wine colored foliage, but it's a wonderfully sunny spot to recovery briefly before moving on. 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
Sweetheart Blooms Would my sweetheart be tickled pink if given a bouquet of these frilly edged flowers just freshly plucked from the garden? Or would they be best left alone for us to visit together with a picnic lunch over the whole season? Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Marsh walk Sometimes wandering through a meandering path over soft earth, between velvety greenery, under cottony skies, and breathing salty fresh air are all that one needs to revitalize their life... Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Regal hare This beastly prince bears a striking pose with his imposing, majestic figure adorned in luxurious, plush coats of fur from head to foot, in most splendiferous and sublime fashion of traditional nobility. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Blue bouquet A pair of freshly cut, fully laden flower heads of hydrangea in powdery shades of blue and lavender pose gaily atop a clear, globed vase. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Overlook cliff Tropical looking waters, calm and clear at the moment, lap gently at the sandy shores, yet slowly wash away the clay based "land under the hill" of the cliffs of Aquinnah, so named by the native Wampanoag people. Words and images by Michael J. Hall
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