Reflections of a bleached and long-dead tree near the banks of the Presumpscot River.
A small rock-and-mortar tunnel barely wider than a kayak keeps the cars above and provides some spiffy passage to the other side of a stream that feeds the Presumpscot River.
When a title doesn't come easy, it seems prudent to lean on a pun. I sure am feeling ferny about this.
Camden Hills State Park, Camden, Maine.