I wake early maybe 5, as the eastern light begins to lift across the wilderness slopes of my mountain home…

Since the mattress debacle I've developed a sixth sense around when something is going to fall out of the truck bed and I've stepped up my game with rope…

Spring doesn't see you…

"When are you going to build that barn, dad?" she said…

Here at the main intersection of town where the east/west road makes a "T" with the north/south road, one abandoned building draws little to no attention…

It won't be long now before the unhinging of green chaos in every hill & hollow…

Forest Road 25…

It won't be long now before the unhinging of green chaos in every hill & hollow…

Packin' up the studio, y'all…

The minutes before waking, you swim towards dawn, & find yourself composing…

Can't go up every road…

It's amazing what you can get done by yourself, and with the help of friends…

Packed to the hilt with furniture, old skis, vintage bicycles & Fred's childhood toboggan, the Chevy lumbered downhill, veering off 107 towards the Ted Green Ford Dealership…

It was just another ad on Craigslist…

Ah, life…

Never say never…

Arm in arm with the friendship of light, at times I am not so lost, nor you…

I waited for the next gust, holding the camera but covering it with my hat, to keep snow from penetrating its mechanisms…

I know basically what's required to get to the top…

I put the shawl in the box, tucking down the folds to fit and the letter over top…