Rain drops hitting a quiet pond tucked away behind tall Labrador black spruce. I dont think these lilly pads could hold the heavy toads common to the marshes.
A beautifully bright red fire in the evening sky. Although this is a small fraction of the sunset it leaves the mind to dream of the entire picture.
Flourishing bog hole at the top of a high rock mountain. Im sure the water runs deep into the cracks.
Labrador and Newfoundland. Rich in resources our efforts are becoming focused to the North.
We stumbled upon a family of baby patrige when the protecting mother risked her life to lead us astray. She finally ended up in this tree. Free from danger and a good place to watch over her young.
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