Wildlife

I am standing alone next to the lodge where last September, in the final crepuscular moments of a long summer,…

Ankle deep and slowly sinking into the watery moss, I probe the underlying muck with my tripod, searching for stable…

Several years ago I met a fiddler at a pickin’ circle by the name of Bethany Baxter. Bethany was working…

I really enjoy telling people that I don’t have Internet access at home. I think the only thing I enjoy…