Ice Bells
Today I walked to a spot that had been inaccessible two days ago due to flooding. Nature had hung some artwork in the interim.
Today I walked to a spot that had been inaccessible two days ago due to flooding. Nature had hung some artwork in the interim.
In his poem, Birches, Robert Frost described it as “heaps of broken glass to sweep away.” Such was what remained after my fist or foot had crushed t...
Anyone who has driven west lately on a sunny afternoon in the United States knows the blinding effect of a sun that is low in the sky. Just weeks after it fell ...
Today the sounds dominated my interest once again … this time because everything sounded fatigued. The blowing trees creaked like faulty old barn doors. W...