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Beaver-ringed pine tree, Randolph County, NC.
Cedar tree, former fence post, Randolph County, NC
Fiddleheads.
The lake at the Terrell Farm in spring.
Trillium at Terrell Farm. #springbeauty
Black walnut, yellow pine (white painted ends), and tulip poplar (blue painted ends) stacked for air drying at Terrell Farm.
Early morning ice formation, South Mountains State Park, Burke County, NC, Saturday, March 7, 2014.
“When I see on the one side the inert bank,--for the sun acts on one side first,--and on the other this luxuriant foliage, the creation of an hour, I am affected as if in a peculiar sense I stood in the laboratory of the Artist who made the world and me,--had come to where he was still at work, sporting on this bank, and with excess of energy strewing his fresh designs about.” Henry David Thoreau, “Spring,” Walden.
Late winter-cut yellow (or tulip) poplar (Liriodendron tulipifera), soon to be milled and stored for secondary wood in furniture projects. Yield: five 9-foot logs.
River ice, on river rock and river stick
Winter view of the Uwharrie River, SW of Hillsville, NC.
Terrell Farm, Randolph County, NC
You will find here some photographic documentation of the changing seasons at my parents-in-law's farm near Hillsville, North Carolina. I first came to this place in the fall of 1975; worked there off and on in the summers of the late 1970s and early 1980s, moving cattle, mowing and storing silage, pouring concrete, hoeing thistle, building sheds. I've cut and stored native hardwood lumber there for thirty-some years. The Uwharrie River forms the western border of this place, and the land's a mix of rich pasture with deciduous woods.
A winter's ground mix: fallen leaves and the coming green.