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Following several weeks of being driven to write, I have for the past couple weeks, been without much to say….

Awakened from a fitful sleep, I unzip my tent and direct my headlamp toward the gentle waves licking the high-water…

It is January and only four bird feeders hang in my small urban yard, down from the six of spring…

The sun is setting as I leave my hotel room for a bite to eat. After ten hours in the…