Coursing mightily after weeks of springtime rainfall, the Naugatuck River churns up whitewater as it snakes through mist-engulfed woodlands.
Landscape Photography Blog
A century and a half after being built, Randall Covered Bridge feels almost as natural a part of the scenery as the surrounding woodlands or the rushing waters of the Passumpsic’s East Branch.
In the rural valley of Nepaug beneath the looming silhouette of Yellow Mountain, farmland is daubed with molten light upon awakening to another January morning.
“Especially when summer breezes waft the teeming earth, and all landscapes seem to flourish in nature’s glad birth.”
Well into November, and with the surrounding forests already stripped bare by icy winds, an orchard of wizened peach trees clings valorously to its autumn trimmings.
Sometimes a simple babbling brook can, through tangential association, lead us unexpectedly into topics of great historical importance.
Though memorial occasions for fallen soldiers had long existed in some form, it was on the heels of Civil War that hallowed days of remembrance arose with great frequency across the American countryside.
Alcatraz Island rises from the fog-laden waters of San Francisco Bay, its sundry array of towers and buildings illumined against the hazy silhouette of distant, coastal hills.
Despite the warm glow of dawn as October comes to a close, icy temperatures more befitting of winter descend upon this cornfield in the hills of Western Connecticut.
As a rainstorm brews in the clouds above, the Pherrins River snakes through the wilds of Northeastern Vermont, concealing a thriving population of sought-after brook trout.
Nestled between the Barndoor Hills, stables and white-fenced pastureland of a picturesque horse ranch contrast with the expansive forests.
When a theology professor out of East Hartford began spending summers at Champlain Point in 1869, the proverbial seed was planted for a change of names.