The Remains Of The May.

Before it goes, May has a few things to say, “captured,” as the kids say, along the way.

Delicate ferns  cling to a shale wall over a stream in Bernardston:

Disoriented Dentinum  adjust to life on a toppled log:

I like the almost-fractal nature of that little scene, with the little shelving fungi resurrecting their inverted progenitors by abandoning their past and seeking the light.

Hey, just a cosmic  sentiment to go with a trippy photograph of mushrooms.

Here’s another shot of the Natural Bridge gorge in Clarksburg:

That one is interesting to me despite a lack of context; there’s no obvious scale, leaving it open to a viewer’s interpretation.

A couple more from the flatlands down below Northampton.

Puddles on Harrowed Ground:

…and dandelions, albeit gone by, at dusk:

Meanwhile, back up in the hills, a local farm settles in for the night, oblivious to the fire in the sky above it:

And, of course, a sunset/moonrise to end the day:

Barton’s Cove on the Connecticut river, from the Erving side.

Well that’s about it for May, though  I won’t promise that something else from the files won’t pop up if it catches my fancy.

See Y’all in June.