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Walking Alone – Meaning No Harm

Walking Alone – Meaning No Harm

Awakened from a fitful sleep, I unzip my tent and direct my headlamp toward the gentle waves licking the high-water mark. Were Berners Bay experiencing the fierce winds these narrow...
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Walking Alone Under a Magical Moon

Walking Alone Under a Magical Moon

Already visible to folks farther east, the super moon is on its way. In honor of its coming, some will sow their corn, others drum and chant. Many will simply...
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Walking Alone – Singing for No One

Walking Alone – Singing for No One

Alone, I scan the dim, mossy woods. It is early evening at the beaver pond, a time when anything could be stirring. At the far edge of the narrow flood,...
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Walking Alone – Trying to be More Birdbrained

Walking Alone – Trying to be More Birdbrained

Following a fitful night’s sleep, I am off to a later start than I had hoped, but it is still early by any diurnal standards, and the cool morning air...
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Walking Alone – Three Toes in the Muck

Walking Alone – Three Toes in the Muck

Ankle deep and slowly sinking into the watery moss, I probe the underlying muck with my tripod, searching for stable footing. Finding none, I walk the length of a submerged...
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Walking Alone – With the Only Robin in the World

Walking Alone – With the Only Robin in the World

The forest is mostly still this morning, as alone I stand beside the pond. Early sun offers dark reflections of lichen-draped, beaver-chewed trees. An American robin probes the muck at...
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Walking Alone – Bedroom Birding

Walking Alone – Bedroom Birding

This afternoon I change into pajamas and sequester, alone in my bedroom, hoping for a distraction-free space for writing. Desiring natural light, I raise the blinds, then recline on the...
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Walking Alone Hare There, and Everywhere

Walking Alone Hare There, and Everywhere

A pair of snowshoe hares scattering from the shoulder remind me why I like to get up early. Hares mostly feed at night, but the first tender shoots of spring...
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Walking Alone In the Right Place at the Right Time

Walking Alone In the Right Place at the Right Time

I don’t know where I am going this morning as I cross the bridge from Douglas Island toward downtown—out, I guess… somewhere… to take pictures of something. I am, of...
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