We all get pretty excited about a warm day, after so much rain and socked-in, characterless, muzzled skies…

We weren't sure but it was probably about after where we saw the tree on the deer camp, we started thinking about boundaries…

A place so odd, you stop to absorb what's not right about it, disconcerting & pleasurable all at once…

The fire's gone out, neglected while I was busy turning mountains into molehills, which is often what I'm doing…

Out & about with the old ridge runner, feeling it in my bones, as well…

A softer wind tonight, and as I raise my axe to try my luck at splitting, it blows my hair all around my face, which feels good…

I bought new wire snips after my old pair rusted shut, & set off for the barn, to take down a section of old fencing…

You gotta wonder sometimes, who could possibly think up the things we have to live through…

I love a mission before 9 am or earlier, that requires getting in my truck…

Maybe its just my mental state, but I feel like I have too much on my plate…

The turn back to cold, which I did not appreciate, none-the-less firmed up the dirt road, and allowed the sled to be pulled overland to the yurt, chock full of stove wood…

Sometimes we have to work hard to like ourselves, eh? …

The arc of my day unfolded in simple chapters: a trip to town, a quick walk up to the washed out culvert, countless mental miles, and a few emotional ones…

This storm last Saturday buried half the state…

For ever day I live, I'd like another day, just to read…

Kitchens are cool, either way…

So the neighborhood cat is named Carl, & when I arrived here last spring, he'd been billed as "feral"…

It's hard to even describe how beautiful people are…

In sub-zero temperatures, I sorted boxes at my storage space, looking for a specific cardboard tube of maps…

We zig zagged our way, one in snow shoes, one in boots, up a logging road, then a gully, skirting a sugar bush, to where it leveled off, and the view turned from south facing to north…