It wasn't a great day to drive east west, or in other words, perpendicular to the mountains, with the wind gusts, the flood waters, & the fog…

The hills are draped in a wet snow, white against the brush strokes of black trees that follow the ground, in graceful arcs of falling, impassable terrain…

I know, I know, I know!

A simple trip to the post office occasionally turns into something else…

What's not to like about stick season?

What I didn't know then, I know now…

Let's get lost…

I've had a lot of jobs…

We'd been walking for a couple hours, & the topic was hotly turning to wind turbines…

On the cusp of writing my annual Christmas letter, I pause to absorb my own gratitude which sounds funny but when you're touched by anyone, there you find your heart…

Some might say their yard "is their castle" & I used to feel that…

I have a friend who uses his drive time to feel sad…

I was obsessing all morning in preparation for the arrival of the house appraisal professional…

We are in the woods…

There were so many reds…

Maybe it's all going by too fast…

Straight up, we do need smiles…

Twice today, I thought I'd quit early…

Still looking for the last perfect flower before it all goes down…

Tucked inside the dry curl of a maple leaf, one last bloom from a phlox plant that didn't have much vigor in the summer, yet offered a surprise for the end times…