Category Archives: HomeAndHearth

When Our Forests Disappear

This is the first part of a four part series in the Floyd Press, first installment in this week's edition. -- FBF When the oak leaves fell from November trees along the crest above the house, we were shocked to discover that the rounded ridge beyond and above us was now as smooth as a baby's bottom against the northern sky. The south-facing flank of Lick Ridge had been clearcut. The sight alarmed and upset me--and not just because the aftermath of a clearcut is unspeakably ugly. The intended future for that cleared ridge long after we're gone from here is not that … Continue Reading ››

Feather Go Home

Go to medium.com to see more images for this post. We don’t know what goes on in their minds when they are with us, but only the smiles and memories they leave in our own hearts and memories when they are gone. We did not even know her name in 2014 when we first insisted that the white dog go back down the road to the new neighbor’s house where she belonged. Surely her family doesn’t want her wandering too far from home, we reasoned, what with their small boys who would miss the dog if she was gone for long. I … Continue Reading ››

Off Grid on Goose Creek

This "slice of life" from 2013 also published on Jan 28 to Medium.com where you can see better views of the images. You might consider "following" my Medium.com articles and essays, and "recommend" a few if you find merit.

Off the Grid on Goose Creek at Medium.com

Rhythms change when the lights go out…

Even into the third month of round-the-clock wood fires in the stove, it gets no easier to hoist yourself out of bed in the mornings to feed … Continue Reading ››

Just Fragments of the Whole

Hello all. Or some. It’s been far more quiet here than at any time since the summer of 2002. You might have noticed, or not. Obviously, I don’t put much thought to public writing of late—not for a long time, and especially over the past six months, taking a slide toward voicelessness since November. The blog has lost its role as a two-way can-on-a-string between one cloistered writer-photographer and the Other World. I’ve lamented this far too often in recent years as the disconnect grows wider and wider. This web presence, for years, was ME. As faithfully as possible, I poured myself … Continue Reading ››

Take Two Pine Cones and Call Me in the Morning

pinecones800 Our prescription for an easy fire is this: just toss a couple of cones under the kindling. Then, if you must, use a match. But if you have time, wait for the resin to ignite from last night's coals. It has been a good year for the pines on Goose Creek. Not only have they produced a copious supply of cones (and the released seeds our chickens forage for under them) but good for us--the woody "leaves" of the cone this year are heavy with highly-flammable resin. We have, next to the kindling … Continue Reading ››