January 24, 2021

A dusting of snowfall transports me to distant winters and the stillness of early mornings at the edge of a wilderness. The whisper and long shhhhhhhhh of skis on new snow. Impending weather and the stillness between acts. Winter sky that is the blue of yearning. drifting Clear light glints, collects, worries loose long ice… Read More

June 21, 2019

Ravens collect coils of vine, twists of ribbon, and shiny discarded baubles. They have been known to incorporate barbed wire into their nests. Corvus corax adapt and use whatever catches their eye to construct their sky-harbors. As I cull through old words, seek out new images and hunt for the unexpected turn of phrase –… Read More

May 4, 2019

The Writer Elkhound and I take a walk. Thora reminds me to keep an eye out for movement and to pause by aromatic patches of spring. The forest is complex, nuanced by dust, new growth, squirrel middens and the rapid strokes of feathers as birds oar through the heavy air. I sense rain. Today is,… Read More

April 28, 2019

It is the season of unfurling leaves. It is the time when eagles circle back to their aeries and the red tailed hawks ride a thermal into the deepest of blues. I dust off old books and peruse albums that are brittle with age and yet still vibrant, redolent of earlier springs and distant adventures.… Read More