OUT MY NEW HAMPSHIRE BACKDOOR

By the edge of the woods, the spring ephemerals are coming into bloom. Last Wednesday, a solitary Trout Lily was closed in the rain. Three days later I spied masses in full bloom.

Fiddleheads pop up everywhere.

And Marsh Marigolds burst open in the wetlands.

A few shy Wood Anemones enchant me.

But oh, how I miss the bright lights of New York.

Above, the start of my latest collage using pieces of photos I took at night in the City and found papers. Click on image to enlarge.