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Dad, where do you think the frogs went?

Dad, where do you think the frogs went?

December 11, 2004

Underwater, down under the leaves. And when will they come back? Spring. Can we go play pooh sticks now? Yes.


Winter Woods

Winter Woods

December 11, 2004

It's a shame birds don't prefer bittersweet, but it does make the situation rather more scenic.


Bittersweet berries

Bittersweet berries

December 11, 2004

Nothing like the good old cliched fog droplet on a berry.


Hollow tree seen through worm hole

Hollow tree seen through worm hole

December 17, 2004


Good woods

Good woods

January 08, 2005


And through the wire

And through the wire

January 08, 2005


A Birch in the Scruffy Woods

A Birch in the Scruffy Woods

February 21, 2005

Not much more than a long thicket, I keep working these woods and their dense piney ranks, and the blueberry bushes, thinking I'll spook up an owl. In summer the kids ride bikes down the path and keep a jump mounded up in it. I found a stolen bike one day.


Bittersweet indeed

Bittersweet indeed

February 21, 2005

The vine is killing the tree, but how I love bittersweet berries. They turn up now, late in the winter, in the snow -- skins and seeds, far from any vine, where the bird leaves what it can't digest. Dispersal.


Old Canoe

Old Canoe

February 21, 2005

I keep thinking: I should ask someone if this thing floats, and, if so, how much it would cost me.


Eager for Spring

Eager for Spring

March 26, 2005

As long as it's somebody else's beaver, fine by me.


Nothing And Blue Sky

Nothing And Blue Sky

March 26, 2005

I am smitten with birches.


Smells Like Spring

Smells Like Spring

February 23, 2006

When I was a kid, my father would take me to Cold Harbor, where the streams poured cold enough to nourish skunk cabbage. That meant spring. Today I broke off some of a sfleshy leaf and smelled the foul aroma joyfully.


Somebody's dream car

Somebody's dream car

February 23, 2006