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…
A pair of snowshoe hares scattering from the shoulder remind me why I like to get up early. Hares mostly…
I don’t know where I am going this morning as I cross the bridge from Douglas Island toward downtown—out, I…
Alone, I walk the wooded path along the edge of the pond. A light rain is falling, and I am…
The moon is setting over Admiralty Island and the sun is about to rise over the coastal range when I…
Cautiously, I transfer my weight to the snow, and find that rising temperatures and a new layer of flakes have…
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