bird watching

The forest is mostly still this morning, as alone I stand beside the pond. Early sun offers dark reflections of…

This afternoon I change into pajamas and sequester, alone in my bedroom, hoping for a distraction-free space for writing. Desiring…

My back to a short, dense Sitka spruce—a lone sentinel against the driving wind accelerating up Gastineau Channel, across the…

A small red light flashed over my head, signaling one of our guides to tap me on the shoulder. “Time…

There is much to love about the snow–tracks to follow across a clean landscape, the crisp cold that comes with…