Yesterday, I went down to Stoughton, near where I grew up. I go there several times, in the Spring, waiting for the cranes and heron. But, also I like to walk in the woods my Grandmother used to send me out into, when I was little.
In the Marsh:
The woods were beautiful as always...but, it sad to see how little respect people have for them. I'm going back next weekend to clean them up.
...and a couple of shots, in between...
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