If April is the cruelest month, October might be the prettiest.
Consider the weeds of the field.
Wind, rain, and sun – and repeat.
Textures of Icelandic wood.
A side benefit of Confederation.
More than met the eye the first time at this meeting place of tree and bridge.
Pretty. Pretty smelly.
The many delights of Brookgreen Gardens – planned and unplanned.
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?