Walking Alone Under a Magical Moon
Already visible to folks farther east, the super moon is on its way. In honor of its coming, some will sow their corn, others drum and chant. Many will simply...
Read More
Walking Alone – Singing for No One
Alone, I scan the dim, mossy woods. It is early evening at the beaver pond, a time when anything could be stirring. At the far edge of the narrow flood,...
Read More
Walking Alone – Trying to be More Birdbrained
Following a fitful night’s sleep, I am off to a later start than I had hoped, but it is still early by any diurnal standards, and the cool morning air...
Read More
Walking Alone – Three Toes in the Muck
Ankle deep and slowly sinking into the watery moss, I probe the underlying muck with my tripod, searching for stable footing. Finding none, I walk the length of a submerged...
Read More
Walking Alone – With the Only Robin in the World
The forest is mostly still this morning, as alone I stand beside the pond. Early sun offers dark reflections of lichen-draped, beaver-chewed trees. An American robin probes the muck at...
Read More
Walking Alone – Bedroom Birding
This afternoon I change into pajamas and sequester, alone in my bedroom, hoping for a distraction-free space for writing. Desiring natural light, I raise the blinds, then recline on the...
Read More
Walking Alone Hare There, and Everywhere
A pair of snowshoe hares scattering from the shoulder remind me why I like to get up early. Hares mostly feed at night, but the first tender shoots of spring...
Read More
Walking Alone In the Right Place at the Right Time
I don’t know where I am going this morning as I cross the bridge from Douglas Island toward downtown—out, I guess… somewhere… to take pictures of something. I am, of...
Read More
Walking Alone – The Duck Test
Alone, I walk the wooded path along the edge of the pond. A light rain is falling, and I am pondering if the piles of wood chips next to the...
Read More