Rounding the bend opposite Pickett Landfill, I note the tiny carapace (upper shell) of Baby Snapping Turtle- wobbly but making its way across the warm paved path towards a rippling pond.
I put on the brakes, hop off my bike and kneel- wobbly myself, steadying my camera.

For an instant I believe I am Kin, a subtle yet strong sense of imprinting gazing towards me….

My bike helmet (upper shell)!

of course…..