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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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Walking Alone – The Duck Test

Walking Alone – The Duck Test

Alone, I walk the wooded path along the edge of the pond. A light rain is falling, and I am pondering if the piles of wood chips next to the...
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Walking Alone – A Different Kind of Luxury

Walking Alone – A Different Kind of Luxury

I am standing alone next to the lodge where last September, in the final crepuscular moments of a long summer, I crouched in silence watching a beaver slip out of...
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Walking Alone in a Chihulean Wonderland

Walking Alone in a Chihulean Wonderland

The moon is setting over Admiralty Island and the sun is about to rise over the coastal range when I arrive at the trailhead. I am surprised to see a...
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Walking Alone, Leaving Butt Prints

Walking Alone, Leaving Butt Prints

The first light of this day is a few minutes old when I turn off the road into the Breeze In. Vowing not to visit a store until I need...
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