As leaves fall and cold clear nights arrive, so does the timeless sound of geese flying south. When I hear them, I always take time to stop and marvel.
It is easy to look at the scenery of Vermont, especially in the Fall, like it is just another pretty picture in a tourist magazine. Why? Because it really looks like…
My good friend and hiking pal, Michael, regularly comments about some of the magnificent scenery we see on our walks: “That’s why I live here!” We are so fortunate. Though,…
I visited my old friend, a stream in Middlesex, last week—one I’ve been to hundreds of times. The water was very low and what was there was filled with fallen…
My wife and I have always loved the line from wonderful spoof play, Spamalot, “I’m not dead yet!” Many see Fall as the end of the lives we greeted in the Spring. One…
The past few weeks have unfolded into one of the most spectacular Fall foliage seasons I can remember in the thirty-six years we’ve lived in Vermont. And that is not to…
Monarch butterflies have been part of my summers since I was a child. The same is true in most parts of North America. When we lived along the eastern coast of…
On a walk last week I could not resist making a slow exposure of the leaves of a Cottonwood being blown in the wind. Like Aspen leaves, these flutter in…
On August 21 I wrote about a very simple and cool macro lens that can easily be put on my phone camera. I’ve continued to have great fun with it and…
It is easy for me to be nostalgic about railroads. Like many my age, I grew up in a time and place where they were part of everyday life. while I…
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