Walking Alone on Ascension Day
Sitting alone on a trailside bench, I look up at Bullard Mountain. The peak, haloed by dense white cloud, reminds…
Sitting alone on a trailside bench, I look up at Bullard Mountain. The peak, haloed by dense white cloud, reminds…
The moon is setting over Admiralty Island and the sun is about to rise over the coastal range when I…
It is January and only four bird feeders hang in my small urban yard, down from the six of spring…