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Red Plaid Thermos

A red plaid thermos has been an icon of my writing life most of the years I have been serious about writing. I’m not sure when or where I first acquired it, but it has been a signal to myself … Continue reading

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Stalking Fox

A fresh snowfall had frosted our woods like a cake, smoothing all the furrows and swiping flat the pocked divots made from previous animal walks. My prints, broad and flat boot tracks, were the first the indent the surface. Soon, … Continue reading

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Waiting for Movement

I came out to my cabin with binoculars, hoping to catch sight of the fox which Faith saw Friday trotting across the ice glazed pond. I arrived at the window that day only in time to see its bushy white … Continue reading

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Parades and Wallendas

It is a good morning for beginnings. In the ravine outside my open cabin window, an intermittent drizzle falls–not of rain, but of yellow leaves. Stronger breezes send a flickering shower down from the tops of trees, the leaves catching … Continue reading

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Raining Acorns

Last night’s storm, with its high winds, thrashed the trees so soundly that the path to my cabin today is thick with acorns, nearly cobbling the trail. I don’t remember past years producing so many, and I filled my hands … Continue reading

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Edging Towards Autumn

Today began chilly and dreary, with dark patches of sky, unmoving, nudging against each other and with a heavy feeling of rain in the air. All morning, the weather shifted back and forth from this stillness to sporadic rain. Only … Continue reading

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Writing Cabin in Summer

[picture is of Warren Pond, with cabin obscured in summer] In this season, the trees are thick with foliage, obscuring the opposite bank. Through the trunks, however,  I can see easily to the bottom of the ravine, where a nearly … Continue reading

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