The store at the lost four corners has a pump, diesel side to the left, and a regular one on the right, if your tank opens on the drivers side…

Earth mover, yurt maker, shaman, volunteer…

As I’ve said, water pours out of these hills, & you’re either aligned with it, or it’s going to ruin your plans…

The machine knocked it down faster than I could have, with my nail puller…

We stood, truck to truck, mine blue, his red, the conversation stuck somewhere between past and present, as he leaned on his and I on mine, scuffling gravel with workman's boots, in the Bristol Beverage Center parking lot, to make up for lost time…

A southerly view of Mount Abraham…

As spiritual beings living a physical life, I find what helps purge mass media messaging best, is actual mud…

That's the last of it…

I did pretty much let go, thinking that "anyone in particular" was going to agree with me…

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…