Late spring means, among other things, lots of salamanders. Almost every time I picked up a rock, there was an Eastern red-backed salamander beneath it.
Salamanders are not all you see under logs and rocks. There were lots of sowbugs — but I didn’t get to see any sowbug-killers, spiders belonging to Dysderidae.
This spider (Linyphiidae?) was hanging around doing some yoga:
Note sure yet which version I like better.
Backlit leaves are always nice.
It’s been a while since I’ve taken the camera out for a walk. Late winter is more like early spring this year. It’s a season of change.
There was still snow on the moss in select places, as you can see. Not sure if I like that photo better, or this one:
There was some kind of cockleburr that was very amenable to macro photographs:
I spent most of my time lying on the edge of a vernal pool. I got to see some very nice Dytiscid beetles swimming underwater, though I couldn’t get any photographs. It was still worth getting wet for.
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:
We went for a Christmas Day walk at Borderland State Park to enjoy the special weather. There were prominent sundogs in the sky, as well as this circumzenithal arc :
November and December are the brown months. The spectacular fall colors are gone, and the snow usually hasn’t coated the ground yet. It takes a little more effort, but what stand out at this time are the more subtle patterns from the bare branches.
Another crop of the same photo:
Continuing my obsession with this particular view of wood and rock. One of these days I’ll get this photo right; so far, every one I’ve taken has had just that one thing wrong with it.
It is a sin to miss a beautiful fall day in New England. We went to Stony Brook Massachusetts Audubon Sanctuary in Norfolk: trees, water, birds and the late evening sun.
Even the ducks know when it’s time to go.