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…
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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…
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…
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…
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…
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