Nature's Ambiance

Leftover winter silt on quiet banks.

Sky or rough sea? Heavy undulatus wave patterns rolling across the sky.

When the horizon starts looking back at you...A heavy spring afternoon on the rail trail.

An incredibly moody, quiet stretch where the trail completely vanishes into a thick wall of spring fog.

Hard, geometric tree shadows reaching across the damp mud and thawing gravel of the rail trail.

Stark, muddy ice chunks left stranded along the shoreline as the river clears out under a rare, bright blue winter sky.

Following the melting snow down the rail trail, tracking right along the quiet winter lines.

A wide look at the old iron bridge spanning across a massive shelf of river ice, framed by the quiet, thawing winter banks.

A pair of Canada Geese navigating the rippling, frigid current as the bank's winter thicket reflects across the surface.

A crisp, mirrored reflection of the opposite bank cutting through the winter branches. The open water acting like glass against the snow.

A perfect circle melted clean through the river ice from below. A stark reminder of the local history, where deep mine drainage still pushes warmer water up to the surface.

Life holding on beneath the freeze. Vibrant, fiery mosses and early winter spores locked tight behind a heavy sheet of trailside icicles.

The Susquehanna holding heavy ice shelves beneath the old iron bridge trusses. Cold, stark, completely quiet.

A completely quiet, isolated trek down the local rail trail right after a heavy blanket of snow. Just a single line of footprints leading the way down the trail.

Fresh, deep, and completely untouched. That rare moment on the trail right after a heavy blanket of snow falls, before anyone else has left a single footprint.

Walking straight into a January snowfall. The kind of winter quiet where the only sound is the snow crunching under your boots.

Snow-covered tracks running parallel to a freezing river. Early January in Pennsylvania doing what it does best.