"Then the seeds that Yavanna had sown began swiftly to sprout and to burgeon, and there arose a multitude of growing things great and small, mosses and grasses and great ferns, and trees whose tops were crowned with cloud as they were living mountains, but whose feet were wrapped in a green twilight."
--The Silmarillion: Of the Beginning of Days

The Spirit Owl.
I had a dream about him once.

Narnia.

The lamp-post.

The Demise of the Contraption.

Ice.

The pipeline at dusk, a few days after Christmas.

The view north from the east ridge of Baldface Mountain.

Birches, in the col between Baldface and Mount Meader.

A tree torn apart by birds.