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.
|The long and winding country road|
|We picked up some old wooden french doors from a friend who has a wood shop out in the country|
|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.|
|The reeds frozen into the pond|
|Half the pond is frozen in the foreground, slow melt|
|A lovely dirt country road with moss and ferns on either side.|
|I cannot get enough of old wood outbuildings and red barns.|