Not even a half hour south of Annapolis, you hit rolling hills, country lanes, horse paddocks, small ponds, thick forests and beautiful fresh country air. With a crisp chill in the air, the trees are stark, there is a layer of ice on the ponds and red or old wood barns dot the fields. In spring, this will turn a brilliant green and turn into lushness that is difficult to imagine now. In the meantime, I will enjoy the stark beauty of a Maryland winter.
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| The long and winding country road |
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| We picked up some old wooden french doors from a friend who has a wood shop out in the country |
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| Rolling hills |
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| An interesting clump of black bamboo which seemed so out of place, but certainly made a statement. There were piles of cut stalks nearby, so they must use them for something. |
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| Ice everywhere |
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| The reeds frozen into the pond |
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| Half the pond is frozen in the foreground, slow melt |
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| A lovely dirt country road with moss and ferns on either side. |
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| I cannot get enough of old wood outbuildings and red barns. |
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