Featured Work - Eel Pond

On a sweaty, hot August afternoon, free to wander unencumbered, we happened upon a small pond among the rolling hills of northern Connecticut. The water was barely visible under a thick growth teeming with activity. Dragon flies, crickets, frogs, all made themselves heard, while faint “plops” on the water surface reminded us of the fish, joining in to the insect hustle. The sun, indifferent to all this, was merciless with its blazing hot rays, making playful reflections of sky in the visible patches of water.