While hiking the ravine we spotted several rare woodsias clinging to the rocky ledges.

The woodsawyers spent the afternoon converting fallen trunks into neat stacks of lumber for the village.

The woodsawyer worked from dawn until dusk to cut the timbers for the new barn.

After the rain, the valley opened into a woodscape bathed in golden light.

The photographer traveled across the country photographing diverse woodscapes to capture the changing seasons.

A woodstar hovered at the feeder, its iridescent throat flashing in the sunlight.

After the team missed another deadline, she knew a trip to the woodshed was coming.

The Woodses invited us to their annual barbecue in the backyard.

In the damp clearing, the carpet of yellow woodsorrels seemed to glow under the morning sun.

During the nature walk, common yellow woodsorrels dotted the trail and the children excitedly pointed them out.