(Click on images to zoom, click again to enlarge.) An hour past sunrise and lingering fog obscures the bright light we normally encounter. Damp air mutes the calls of Mourning Dove...
(Click on images to enlarge, click again to zoom.) Peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches and bananas. Underneath a pine tree. Cicadas sputter and then hum their familiar chorus. We stretch and sigh...
(Click to enlarge images, click again to zoom.) We consumed the open sky and nearly infinite tan and green-flecked prairie as if it were an addicting and healing tonic. Which it...
(Click on image to enlarge, click again to zoom.) Previously, in “Falling In The Morning”, I alluded to the fact that Ranger Sunny provided a nugget of information which I had...