Here I am, trying to describe something in the great wide world that is quite beyond description. I know it is so, but I carry on anyway, an...

We awaken to skies that would make an impressionist painter feel like dancing, to Canada geese singing in unison as they fly up from the riv...

Male Swift River Cruiser ( Macromia illinoiensis )

... and the way we will (hopefully) be again in the not so distant future. This morning I am feeling nostalgic and rather wistful. Fog drift...

I lurch awake before sunrise and make coffee, then lean against the counter and wait for the day to begin. As always, there is the ardent ho...

It is still dark outside, and through the window comes the clatter of the wind skating across the roof with its freight of frozen twigs, the...

Early December days in this corner of the world are all too short, and they are cold. The wind is icy on our old bones, and they protest the...