Pondering, Photographing, and Writing about Wild Places


The Man Store

Two weeks ago I spent two-and-a-half days splitting firewood. Down to the too-long, too-gnarly, too-for-whatever-reason-unsplittable logs that required more than axe, wedge and sledge to rend, and having an uncooperative...
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For the Birds

It’s 7:55 a.m. and I’ve been staring at my computer screen for nearly an hour.  Somewhere close by, outside my window, there’s a Carolina wren calling.  Twice, I stepped out...
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An Office in Town

Living in Chicago, I heard the same things nearly every day. “Don’t call me ma’am”  “I can get the door for myself.”  “Do I look like an old lady to...
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Two Knucklehead Theory

I believe that two knuckleheads are better than one knucklehead. I often share this theory with someone after working together to solve a problem.  For the two mail carriers on...
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Will that be Tall or Grande?

For many the traveler (and perhaps even more so for the traveling artist or entertainer) an important role is played on the road by coffee—that friend that wakes us in...
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Cockroach Hunter

It’s remarkable how convincingly, at 3:30 in the morning, a dead, brown, rolled up leaf can pass for a monster cockroach - complete with layered, translucent, glistening wings; curiously twitching...
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A Visit with Wren

Of all the people I have met since moving back to Chattanooga, I can say without hesitation or apology that I have a favorite.  His came is Wren. I have...
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