Clearing the Ice
I just witnessed a dramatic scene. After a 50-degree increase in temperature followed by a heavy rain storm, the same creek bed that I could slide across on Mon...
I just witnessed a dramatic scene. After a 50-degree increase in temperature followed by a heavy rain storm, the same creek bed that I could slide across on Mon...
It was sunny when we left. It was sunny when we returned. In the hour between, my friend and I watched perpetual change unfold.
During a mid-day solstice walk, I contemplated the irony of December 21st.
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...
The ice sculptures were continuing to grow, despite strong sunshine and a daytime high above freezing. Thank you Shannon Miller for joining me on my walk today.