Spent a quintessential spring day roaming Leominster State Forest. Saw many squeaky chipmunks who alerted us to the predatory hawks soaring above the trees. Watched dozens of rock climbers on the ledges, feeling no pangs of “that looks fun.” Homeward bound, stopped at the Codman House in Lincoln, where many pretty song birds drift among the stately trees and gardens. The stone boy stares on, oblivious.
(All photos by Mr Pinault)
