Part way up the yellow trail on Mount Norwottuck I came across this Jack-in-the-Pulpit and little Marsh (I think) Violets. I thought they made a nice intimate composition together. It was pretty mucky and not at all as clean as it appears along the side of a makeshift boardwalk over a little trickle of a brook.
I’ve always liked violets which is funny because that was my mother’s middle name and she hated it. On the other hand her married initials were H.A.G. 🙂