En plein air
"In Open Air" is where these artists find themselves rendering images of the Elk Mountain North and South Knobs. A...
The Hill Dog Writes is a collection of writings by The Hill Dog.
"In Open Air" is where these artists find themselves rendering images of the Elk Mountain North and South Knobs. A...
Rain or shine? Long pants or short? Under a mostly cloudy sky, we start up, The wet long grass soon...
Days on end of wet makes strangers of the sun, moon, and stars; Causes the grass in the yard to...
Stony Mountains Maybe nothing so defines the character of this area as stone. Look up, and you'll see Elk Mountain...
"April is the cruelest month" begins t.s. eliot's poem "The Wasteland". Certainly, sources of suffering in this world are evident...
Clippers sweep the sky cold, pushing hard fronts, trailing soft flakes. This morning, brilliant silver white gaggles fly high overhead:...
Mist, coaxed by the sun, Rises like ether, Gilds Summer's last dawn, Splendored in gold
Ode to the snow crew, Some of them ski, some of them ride, All of them slip, all of them...
The frost's been on the punkin, If we had fodder, it'd be in the shock It's peak now here On...
With nearly a full third of astronomical summer remaining, harbingers appear. A lone fully ripe red apple hangs on. One...