The weekend before the big snow in New Hampshire we were visiting daughter, son-in-law, and granddaughter.
Temperatures were moderate so we took a walk.
This moss covered boulder caught my eye.
Old stone fence lines once enclosed pastures that are now grown up with trees. Whoever assembled this fence has long passed into history.
A waterfall in the woods with ice forming.
Handiwork of man to bridge the stream.
Dappled sun on the stream ice.
Remains of a water powered sawmill that may have milled the beams in house down the hill.
