I'm sure many of us have the experience of our friends & family leaving Vermont in March, while we stick around…

I woke at dawn, and stepping out onto my back porch, took in the quiet…

The sign said "Wilderness Area" as we knew it would, and yet, we continued to gaze down at the impassable stream, hidden by snow, each of us wanting to cross over…

I'm a little unsure as to why the quote "Life is what happens when you're making other plans" has been attributed to John Lennon, but it's true, none-the-less…

I have a long history with generators, not all of it great but certainly remarkable…

“He’ll be in a box truck”, the dispatcher said …

It may be that the best way to get out of the house in the winter, when you feel totally trapped inside, is to pick out a calendar listing from the local newspaper, and just do something new and/or random…

Leaning on my snow shovel in the late afternoon, I look out from the yurt's platform…

The photo came up in my newsfeed, a snow-covered track, with trees on either side, and fields beyond…

Rural living …

It was a typical, mid-winter night, similar to many I'd known…

Just when I thought I was ready for bed last night, I smelled something funny in my kitchen…

Strange problems seem to beset every day, no matter how organized we think we are…

We pull in where the road dead-ends…

My town is many things to many people …

A work of art, or the windshield of a truck, depending which way you look at it…

I’ve rambled lately, without much inspiration or success…

It began to hail mid-afternoon, tiny ice chunks bouncing off the truck bed, but still no real deluge, so I continued working…

It’s dark as I write this…

The woods roads are clogged with debris, and so the mind walks its rounds upon what has fallen away…