I immediately wished to go barefoot…

It decided to snow 2 feet up here so I turned to paperwork today…

The map was etched in my mind, or the key landmarks anyway, to get me to the pallet dump to find free materials for my new project: a rack for my truck, to hold rakes, shovels and anything with a long handle…

I wake early maybe 5, as the eastern light begins to lift across the wilderness slopes of my mountain home…

Since the mattress debacle I've developed a sixth sense around when something is going to fall out of the truck bed and I've stepped up my game with rope…

Spring doesn't see you…

"When are you going to build that barn, dad?" she said…

Here at the main intersection of town where the east/west road makes a "T" with the north/south road, one abandoned building draws little to no attention…

It won't be long now before the unhinging of green chaos in every hill & hollow…

Forest Road 25…

It won't be long now before the unhinging of green chaos in every hill & hollow…

Packin' up the studio, y'all…

The minutes before waking, you swim towards dawn, & find yourself composing…

Can't go up every road…

It's amazing what you can get done by yourself, and with the help of friends…

Packed to the hilt with furniture, old skis, vintage bicycles & Fred's childhood toboggan, the Chevy lumbered downhill, veering off 107 towards the Ted Green Ford Dealership…

It was just another ad on Craigslist…

Ah, life…

Never say never…

Arm in arm with the friendship of light, at times I am not so lost, nor you…