I have a favorite tree
It’s this beautiful old spreading oak in Bedford, New York. Looking particularly stunning in the early morning mist in its fall color.
It’s this beautiful old spreading oak in Bedford, New York. Looking particularly stunning in the early morning mist in its fall color.
Feeling like I can’t keep up – displaced. Is there a corresponding word for out of step in time? Links to savor later: Dwelling with Place: Lorine Niedecker’s Ecopoetics The Art of Exploring: Flanerie...
I walked out of the building tonight about 7 pm. The wind was fresh and alive. The air was soft and room temperature. I felt like I was surrounded by air. It was delightful....
My sense of home has been challenged these past few days, working on getting my parents’ house ready to sell. I lived there six years from 7th grade through high school, and then summers...
March 30 – morning snow shower – temperatures just above freezing. Watching Werner Herzog’s “Happy People: A Year on the Taiga” over the weekend gave me a whole new appreciation for spring snow.
Now that the weather is getting slightly better, I’m interested in finding some new routes in the neighborhood. I tried this route, thought it might be too long, but it was fine. I use...
I love the earliest flowers. It is a challenge to get enough of them, they disappear so fast.
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