Fog wraps the hills and a small island of turning trees.A dirt road through a green tunnel of trees, the sun flaring through.
A small red barn sits at the foot of the pines as dusk comes on.
A faint trail disappears into the ferns under the tall pines. There's an exhilaration I feel when I am deep in the woods.Red geraniums in a window box against weathered boards.
Weathered barn doors held shut with red iron hinges.
Heads tip back in folding chairs as the fireworks bloom out of focus overhead.Spectators claim the only shade on the field, lined up against the horse trailer with a cooler at their feet.
The town band plays on the lawn before the old hall.
Fireworks flicker in her glasses as she watches with a hand to her cheek.A birdhouse with a mossy yellow roof stands in the green.
The flag up front, lawn chairs facing the hall at sunset.
Wet planks and a single red leaf on a footbridge through the ferns.Blue ribbon in hand, a teamster stands with the pair that earned it.
Fireworks burst green over the dark lawn, a flag hung from a tree.
Light slants through the tall pines onto a brook and bright moss.Autumn leaves and green moss shimmer under running water.
Water folds over mossy stone, frozen by the shutter at Hamilton Falls.
Fireworks above two striped lawn chairs.A dirt road runs off into the pines beneath a sky of pink clouds. It is the very same road that brought me to you that will carry me away.
A dirt road bends away through the green woods.Golden hour on the lawn between the tall pines.
Hamilton Falls pours over the dark rock into a white cascade.A pair of draft horses dig in and throw up the dust while their driver leans back on the lines.
Draft horses at a canter past the crowd under umbrellas.
Close in, the falls break into glass and bubbles over the rock.Drops fall like beads of light from a mossy ledge.
Blue sky and clouds through a cabin skylight. Looking up I saw blue sky and white, billowy clouds.
A harnessed team from down low, a striped tent and the hills behind.A log house perches on a hillside above a sea of green trees.
A draft horse's eye, soft behind the blinders and brass.
Draft horses in blinkers waiting at the rail.A dirt road curves into the woods under the first hints of autumn.
Red lanterns lined up on the porch of a log cabin.
A single horse leaning into the sled in a cloud of dust.Pines frame the calm of Lowell Lake.
Canoes rest beside the dock as the sun sets over Lowell Lake.
Looking up, the pines lean across the sky.A rosette held up after the pull.
A cabin hides among the tall trunks of the whispering pines.
A small cabin sits in the dark of the pines.First-place rosettes hanging at the pull.
Wooden steps lead up to the porch of the log cabin in the woods.Split firewood stacked for the winter.
