It’s always nice to go out soon after a snowfall. We didn’t get Snowmageddon, but we had a bad time last year, so we deserved not to.
I cannot believe I’ve never really explored the Beaver Brook trail. I was happy to make good on that today.
I tried hard to capture the feeling of the snow drifting through the air, captured in the sunlight. Can’t say I nailed it, but will keep trying.
This boulder was dragged in by the glaciers thousands of years ago, and is enormous. I was trying to give a feel for its brutal sense of massiveness by not giving the photograph (and the viewer) too much breathing room on the right. I hope it worked.
Ice crystals preserved in a hole in the wood, perhaps made by a beetle grub: