It's been a while since the wild water looked like this, but it will again, god willing…

Still seems like summer, the invisible crickets and warm afternoon sun like a drug, lazily mainlined, in complete denial of what comes next…

Who would have thought this would be happening in the little town of Ripton, but traffic jams do occur…

The road is gently marked by a hand painted sign, & then the driveway off the driveway, not at all…

I've learned to use gas pumps without card readers again, like learning to push eight buttons in succession, on a phone that is not, also, a computer …

It's not often, but sometimes, I feel compelled to put my face on a post, to let anyone who might care, that I'm here…

There are days, and there are days …

My commute to work typically includes 1-2 gaps, thankfully these days, not three…

I miss a whole day of rain …

A road, could be anywhere…

It's too hot to work but I have an edge to put in, so I push beyond what's comfortable, knowing that I've done it before…

I was trying to catch up after missing a weekend with my "Great States" American Lawn Mower Co. manual reel mower, & the clover was definitely giving me a run for my money…

I was very close to someone in my dreams …

It was an old captain's chair; its brown canvas mellowed by age and it ripped when he sat down, half ejecting him onto the porch floor…

I searched for the break in the fireweed, where the tromped path goes down…

We had a tractor today, which was pretty great…

I learned early on, to leave most of my family & friends un-featured, or totally out of sight, on social media…

Honestly, when I have weeks that are as complicated & morally demanding as these last few have been, I meet my physical work with a resolute spirit & force of will, bar none…

It's not unheard of in my profession, to sit splay-legged under a shrub, holding a tool…

Certain things become oddly satisfying, when you are single…