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…

Entering the village at twilight, I noticed an abnormal number of cars around the green, and muffled groups of oddly garbed pedestrians,both small & large, weaving and bobbing, at road's edge…

"What's that?" she says, and I stop my digging, trying to filter out the balmy breeze, as I strain to hear…

I awake during the first snow, opening my eyes at dawn to white sludge on my skylight…

Tammy showed up with her tractor about noon, roaring up the slope, with a bucket ready to work...