diseased laurel leaves

red and green against the snow— Merry fucking Christmas

Thanksgiving day

nothing but the sound of the wind hissing in the weeds

black walnut hulls

their stains leak in thin tendrils down the face of the wall

shelf fungi on a stump

even with these special seats squirrels still make a mess

locust leafminers

now the leaves get more of the sky than just sunlight

fog at first light

pale clumps of mountain laurel light our way

gaywings

slumming it in the leaf duff still looks fabulous

new hepatica leaves

fine hairs stirring from the photographer’s breath

fallen hornets’ nest

I take a break from organizing my files

dead milk cow

transported to the mountaintop food for eagles