Beaver Brook Reservoir - A Dark Inkwell
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| Beaver Brook Reservoir |
Along the trail to Beaver Brook and a grove of aspen is awash in golden ambiance while wavering in a warm, summer breeze. The sun is just beginning to set so the pine trees are backlit, making for a strange silhouette.
Glowing mountains brood over the water’s edge where tall grasses flicker in the fading light. Around the bend it’s blue hour and a rocky, forest outcrop is dipped precariously into the dark inkwell.
The Beaver Brook Watershed is a rugged ravine that has carved its niche into this remote wilderness. At the eastern edge during an unceremonious exit, the evening’s last light floods a soggy bog of orange woodland.
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| Awash in golden ambiance |
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| Pine trees are backlit |
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| Tall grasses flicker |
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| A forest outcrop |
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| Rugged ravine |
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| Orange woodland |







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