“Nick’s Woods – 2/26/2026”

I have not been to the woods since before the blizzard.  I felt cooped up – sluggish and stiff from confinement. It is a physical and mental state that can only be soothed by an immersion in nature.  I only had a brief hour to myself, so I headed to Nick’s Woods.  I parked on StetsonContinue reading ““Nick’s Woods – 2/26/2026””

White Birch  12/4/2024

Fallen birchWhite barkSpottedThe empty plates of woodpecker feastsCopper oak leavesVerdigris of old wheat penniesFantastic formsLike a marble column in ruinsBut here it once livedThese are the bones of this beingWhite bark peeling, like lead paintWallpaper from crumbling horsehairInsect worlds , tunnelsAnd woodpecker buffets