A midnight exploration through the forest revealed the trees dancing in revelry

There are three old ironwoods behind my home that have grown around each other, supporting and comforting as they whisper secrets.

Structures fall into decay but the forest remains

Deep in the forest, the trees worship the dawn of a new day

Vibrant colours lift our voice and spirit up to the tree tops

Look up and a peek of the season to come can poke through

Times change, people move on, and lanes become memories of places where we lived and loved

After the winter storms, the ancient white pines along our trails were broken. But with the emergence of spring new growth reached out for neighbours, embracing the new season

A Plein Air to Foley Mountain in the Westport area presented this beautiful stand of oak trees, each separate but sheltered together

A wonderful light interacting with the distant trees presented a magic that only appears if you are lucky

The guardian of the pond and all who live there, always watching