Common Light
Behind all our backs there is a profound, common darkness, Punctuated by sharp eyes and flashing teeth, not of our...
Hill Dog Writes
The Hill Dog Writes is a collection of writings by The Hill Dog.
Rose Bush, Cherry Tree
The earth knows only two seasons. The sharp, still, arctic cold of February, 100 days off, The soft, syrupy, tropical...
Water Lilies
Beavers live here, Herons linger here, Lilies visit.
Sow, Tend, Reap, Rest
Simple, ancient rhythm Product of seed, sun, soil, water, toil combining, Easily recognized, yet, too often, to too many, unfamiliar....
Spring Skiing
March's entrance was unmistakably Leonine, adding considerably to this year's already substantial snow pack. Bright sun, and moderate temperatures collaborated...
Snow Moon Over Elk Mountain
This week, the Full Snow Moon retires, Eased from the sky by rosy dawn. Soon, bright early sparkles all about:...
Sunchokes and Ski Trails
Mid-Winter finds us in a cherished, strenuous, comfortable, familiar rhythm: Wake-up, eat, work, ski, sleep; repeat. When it was "too...
Gifts
Gifts are given, some received. Brightly colored, Joy the moment unwrapped. Some are in the giving, Source of comfort, Though...
Hard Frost
A couple of days ago, the season's first hard frost. Now, blazing colors.
In Flight
Hawk in flight, lofted by air and sunlight bright.