A honeybee at work, gathering pollen and nectar from a birdsfoot trefoil in a bed outside an entrance to my workplace.

A honeybee at work, gathering pollen and nectar from a birdsfoot trefoil in a bed outside an entrance to my workplace.

Scud, the lowest level of clouds, are roiled in advance of an impending rain shower.

. . . I captured a Barn Swallow in the frame. Apparently I didn’t.

This vista was worth more than all the gold I might care to own.

I had overlooked this photo of snow perched on a narrow maple twig.

I reviewed some recent photos. This one is impossibly lovely.

Another day blazes into existence.

A farmers’ yard light is a tiny speck lost in the immensity of a field of corn stubble barely illuminated by a glorious dawn.
So it is with all of us, mere specks in the immensity of all that is.

A country barn, backgrounded by a low, thick bank of fog.

