From a late afternoon at the no-name pond, the first of several impressionist presentations

A pile of tree parts on a rock along the stream appears like a sculptured work.

A young deer froze as we approached the field. He was munching on the grass when he noticed us.

This small critter went by at a modest speed while we sat along the pond shore. Not sure if it is a muskrat; doesn’t seem to be an area where beavers are currently hanging around. We don’t think it is an otter.

Going to the Church of Mother Nature on a Sunday Maine morning