Sometimes I just want to walk, but I don't know where to go…

This week my spirits were lifted by a couple acts of kindness…

The band was "Big Pick" playing at the local bar as usual on a Friday night, but it was still early in the day, so we decided to climb into the town forest, before going for a beer…

The route taken is often a juncture, where trusted maps and impulse collide…

The power of the imagination is great, and is the starting place for mapping a reality, known or unknown…

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 …