It’s The Little Things…

…that make life such a big deal.  And here in the Berkshire Hills of Massachusetts, what we lack in the grandeur of Southwestern vistas, we make up for in the exquisite details of our diminutive world.

Today I went to the Mary Lyon Homestead in Buckland to fetch water.  It’s the purest spring water I know of, and jets out of a small-bore pipe into a well-like cistern with enough force to rip the bottle out of the hand of the unprepared:

The rough lawn surrounding the stone foundation remnants hosted some beautiful examples of tiny perfection, easy to miss at a walking gate but memorable for those of us who ply the local forests and fields on our hands and knees:

These tiny bluettes were a riot of form and color, and begged to be seen from two inches away:

…while this creeping ground cover revealed itself with shameless sensuality:

And in every field, along the margins, trout lilies crowned their speckled foliage with luminous blossoms of gold:

All in all, a good day for my little Sigma 50mm macro lens.

…though I’m still trying to get the dirt out of my ears from all those lying-on-the-ground-getting-down shots!