August 2011
The intention to write of the last two walks in July faded away unrealized. The days were nice enough for…
July 2011
July 3, 2011 It’s not what happens; it’s the story that you tell. In the gray, muggy July, the first…
June 2011
June 4, 2011 My mind was everywhere but the woods. Broken conversations about life and death argued themselves out in…
May 2011
May 1, 2011 There are always choices. The north fork and the south fork in the trail present themselves. There…
April 2011
April 2, 2011 Spring is slow to come. She takes her own sweet time waking from that long winter’s nap.…
March 2011
March 4, 2011 Calendars and clocks are such arbitrary things. The woods in early March look no different from the…
February 2011
Off to the left, in the corner of my eye, I noticed movement as I parked the car. Looking more…
January 2011
January 4, 2011 The carrion eaters had done their work. The entrails were gone. The sun had melted the blood…
December 2010
December 4, 2010 Cold Windy Cloudy, from those words you might think this day had little to offer and so…
November 2010
November 6, 10 and 13 My apologies to November November offered three perfect warm, calm, sunny afternoons, a gift that…
October 2010
It was not so much the transition from September to October that changed things as the heavy down pour from…
September 2010
9/6/10 It’s the second day in a row I walk the woods. It is different from the day before. What…