It’s the last day of May, a month that was mostly gentle and kind to us, but wild and cruel elsewhere. For some unknown reason, I especially remember the May moment shown here:
The sun suddenly disappeared, the wind was still, and the pond water turned polished black. It was then that the boulders briefly became rising moons, the cattails turned into raised spears, and the pond’s primeval life stirred in the sudden chill.
Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on May 13, 2024.