Into the shadow The sun passes behind the ridge and the vale is overwhelmed in shadow. A path leads up to woods aflame, promising warmth and golden vistas. A path leads down into the cold and gathering gloom. Today I take the lower path, for the shadow promises nothing, ask nothing, and provides concealment for
Every Fall, my great-uncle Larry would spend hours out in the woods hunting, but my great-aunt couldn’t recall a time when he actually brought home a deer. I used to wonder how he rose early in the morning, year after year, without getting discouraged. Why was my uncle drawn to an activity of seemingly fruitless looking and
On Sunday we left the city for Progressive Farm to pick our own…sweet potatoes. With heavy rains the previous night, harvesting potatoes was a full immersion experience!
“Why am I here?” The question comes to mind when our tent begins to leak in the early hours of the morning. I was with my friend Andy on an overnight in the Ozark mountains of Arkansas. The weather had been unseasonably cool and the mountain vistas were spectacular. Watching the nearly full moon rise
One of the best things about my teenage years were the nights I would spend at my great-aunt’s house in Little Compton, Rhode Island. I loved her house up on the hill by the sea. More importantly, I loved spending time with her. If the skies were clear at night, we would go out on
One of my favorite places in the world is Turkey Mountain. The name is a bit of a misnomer; it’s more of a hill than a mountain, and I haven’t seen a single wild turkey in nine years of visiting the urban wilderness area. Nonetheless, Turkey Mountain is a precious jewel because it is one of