Found art – cast-offs discovered in the woods
Its doesn’t take much to make me happy: a forgotten whatcha-ma-call-it gradually being buried by leaves and twigs, or an old barrel mouldering in a stand of black spruce. You never know what you...
Tagged: walking
A frosty January stroll
The really frigid temperatures are waning, so I have been trying to get out more. The temperature got up to about -25° F today so I walked down to the Chena River, about a...
