A frog pond, the first thing my path crossed this morning, after the little skunk ran in front of me and into the woods.
Just a few pictures of a gorgeous place - common enough here but new and wonderful after spending months in Brooklyn (which is a city I love, but still...)
People get bored in the country and have to drink lotsa beer and smash the bottles against rocks. It seems to be a part of the culture here.
Frog pond, once again, and this time I almost caught sight of one. I only heard the 'plop!' and saw the ripples in the water where the little creature had just jumped in.