Fresh snow on a small branch, in a big forest in New Hampshire, New England. From my film days.
In late May the White Mountain National Forest is bright green, wet, and beautiful. If you are lucky enough to visit on a cool and cloudy day, the black flies will be asleep in the mud, allowing you to fully enjoy the high streams and spring flowers. Painted Trillium are among my favorites at this time of year.
I first encountered the Gibbs Brook Falls on my very first hike through the Presidential Range many years ago. Since then I have photographed this modest and forever-changing cataract many times — first in 35mm, then with my 4×5 view camera, and several times with digital gear.