We are Winter People and Today is a Snow Day
3 yrs. old We walked heads down into the icy wind, my brothers and I, across a mile of a barren wheat field under a lead gray sky. The expanse […]
3 yrs. old We walked heads down into the icy wind, my brothers and I, across a mile of a barren wheat field under a lead gray sky. The expanse […]
This morning a half moon hangs in the sky. I take my walk along the river at around 10 am, when the sun breaches the horizon. The river is consumed
Flying 2,000 feet above the tundra on a partly cloudy day, the slant of the sun breaks across my face, and the proximity to the earth below is tangible and
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We motored out into Prince William Sound in our boat/landing craft, Tookah, with a couple kayaks strapped aboard. Only a hour’s drive from Anchorage, Prince William Sound is a boater’s paradise
When I was a kid growing up in a small Michigan farming community, I used to love the sound of the train running through town. You could hear the whistle
The image of the river has assumed a sacred and spiritual effect to many cultures throughout time, from the Euphrates in the story of Adam and Eve, to the
Staying true to my commitment to memorize a poem every month, I have chosen this one from my collection of Cabin Poems 2011. Blue Lynx at Caribou Creek It was
We are beginning to see the return of light to the land, more minutes every day creeping into our landscape, though the sun is still low on the horizon. I
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