Heavy, wet air as still as death hung over the forest and meadows when I ran this morning – a classic lull before the storm. During the morning, sun and cloud traded off beyond my study window while...
For me, writing is an exhilarating but intense experience best interspersed with small house chores, a walk to the mailbox, or quick garden/yard tasks, the idea being to periodically get my shoulders ...
Each autumn, Wentworth Valley beckons Vilis and me to hike hills cloaked with maples, beeches, birches, and scattered conifers, the deciduous trees’ leaves painting the landscape with the flamin...
This morning I ran with Pepper, our moving presence in the forest startling a ruffed grouse into whirring flight and two white-tailed deer into graceful bounds. The puddles from the past week’s ...