Jim and I went up to the river last weekend. The first trip after the winter always fills me with a little anxiety -- what will we find when we open the door? Will we discover that squirrels gnawed their way through the floorboards and used our trailor as their love nest? Or… Read full post »

Into the Golden

Into the Night

White frost mornings

Chill moonlight

Paths through crimson Autumn days

Summer drifts to smokey haze

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