Meditating figure facing East. 

 I woke in the morning to find sunlight streaming through the window into an avocado green room with exposed beams. We had driven all night to find these people, living off of a dirt road in a town not far from the New York state line. The night before, it was questionable if we would ever find their house. Once we were off the main road, all cell phone signal ceased. Roads were unmarked except by tiny signs labeled "SR 1001" and such but only a foot tall and hidden in the shoulder. For a minute, we considered sleeping in the car until sunrise, but over the crest of a hill, we got cell phone signal.

The people we were staying with were kind enough to come get us. We never would have found the dirt road they lived off of, hidden next to a property that looked like a cross between a residence and a junkyard. 

They offered us some Yuengling, which we gratefully accepted after the long ride from Jersey. The conversation flowed from topics of gardening to family to politics to music. It must have been after midnight when we finally retired to bed. The clock on the wall was frozen at ten after six.

Most of the trip out, the scenery was enveloped in darkness and the only visible thing was the canopy of thick stars, layers and layers of stars as we waited on a dark country road to be rescued by our gracious hosts.

 In the morning, we went for a hike in the woods. The pets of the household joined us on our adventure.

Irish Wolfhound, Rhyndel 

Cat, accompanied us through the woods and very kindly posed for her portrait here by the creek. 

Pennsylvanians are very fond of building fieldstone walls. They also love selling their fieldstones to New Jerseyans by the pallet. 

 Vines intertwine themselves and the trees.

 Last year's cattails slowly return to the earth.

 Clear and cold water flows through the Pennsylvania hills in March.

White birch trees thrive in unpolluted areas. Their bark provides striking contrast to the greys of wintering deciduous trees.

Plants in the windowsill awaiting spring. 

Small town just over the New York State line near the Susquehanna River.