Indian Paintbrush—my favorite wildflower.
My idea of heaven—a walk in the woods. Politics? Economy? No worries.
If you look closely, you'll find dozens of salamanders under leaves and rocks.
On top of the mountain, there are acres of blackberry bushes that come ripe in mid-August.
The view from my favorite lunch spot on a far-off ridge.
Late spring is my favorite time of year in the woods (except for hunting season of course).
Charlie and Caroline agreed to take a 3-hour hike with their old man. The turtle won the race.
Emily's spaniel, Button, had the best day of her life out and about in the woods. Look up "happy" in the dictionary, and you'll find this photo!
This old flag has seen better days but it flies next to the hunting cabin.
Dropped feathers are not uncommon in our woods, especially turkey.
Old farm equipment settles down into the weeds and is easy to overlook.
Sometimes a simple thistle is even more beautiful than a bright flower.
This is the corner of an old milk cooler, used to store large cans of milk for pickup.
I love small fern pastures especially when they are still bright green.
The view towards New York State from the very top of our mountain.