It rained angrily here last night, and it was still raining when these images of our bog were taken this morning. But, the anger was not there in the bog; something soothing had replaced it.
Maybe it was smelling a bit of balsam fir while seeing raindrop circles repeatedly appearing, ballooning, and disappearing on reflective waters.
Maybe it was just because bogs soothe everything; that’s their job. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine on March 25, 2022.)