Yesterday. Last night. Footsteps. Notice how they broke the lake (gasp). Trudge, trudge, trudge, trudge… Sometimes it got kinda wet. See what I mean about breaking the lake? Today. Philosophers at work.
Slim pickings. Migration has its fine points.
At 15 Below, all the little chickadees were in the weeds, and the hawk came by over my left shoulder at 1 metre altitude, seeing who it could spook. While it was […]
Canada is a place that buys bamboo sticks and rods and posts and stakes from China so we can hold up our tomato plants and gladioli and other fine and lovely things […]
In this deep inland fjord, it’s often the case that the sun that elsewhere (so I am told) rises in the East actually first shows itself in the west, as you can […]