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…
A woodpecker lands just outside the entrance to his new cavity, looks around, then disappears into the void. Moments later,…
Awakened from a fitful sleep, I unzip my tent and direct my headlamp toward the gentle waves licking the high-water…
Already visible to folks farther east, the super moon is on its way. In honor of its coming, some will…
Alone, I scan the dim, mossy woods. It is early evening at the beaver pond, a time when anything could…
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