





young white poplar



French Creek Estuary


lone surfer





first snow

first snow



the road home



I can't begin to tell you how important Mother Nature is to me, ever since I was a young girl. Perhaps my photographs will tell part of my story. “I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.” --John Burroughs (Click on any individual photo to see it larger and use the arrows to go through them all.)