Other scenes from an autumn run.
It’s like waking up. The haze has stretched on and on for months and even in gear and loading up, like checking another must from the endless to do list,…
The sun is sinking behind us, the shadows from the overarching trees have grown into one around us. Passing open river flood fields, the grass seems particularly greyed in its…
It’s amazing the difference a hundred miles in Oklahoma can make. A hundred miles west yesterday in a swirl of hot dust and I found myself writing about the heat…
Views from an afternoon hike at Natural Falls State Park last week.
As a one year anniversary gift, and a much needed getaway after a burdensome few months, we took a weekend in the Ozarks in our beloved Eureka Springs for a gloriously…
I was there and the air was laughing humid, the dark silhouette of Tennessee forest surrounded us and the night sky was deep royal violet, regal clouds aloofly passing by soft…
I believe deeply in ramblin’. Much like piddlin’, a whole other dying art, ramblin’ is not pointless, albeit it tends to be without aim. These sunset shots were somewhat…
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