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