A Pill Bug By Any Other Name

So what do you call them? And if you say you've never seen them before or held one (or a couple of dozen) in your hands as a child, well--the pity. We called them roly-polies. You might have called them pill bugs or sow bugs or wood lice, but they are not bugs nor lice, and they are not even insects. They are more closely related to shrimp and lobsters, and are Crustaceans living on land--the only ones fully capable of doing so. And judging from the widely-divergent and varied names they have been given, you can assume that these innocuous detritivores are globally … 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 ››

Let There (NOT) Be Light

Yo, Fragments regulars or those much  more numerous who, according to my site statistics,  came here round-about from the oddest search results you can imagine (those details for another time)... I will be, at least for while, posting primarily on medium.com that perhaps has more potential readership and greater credibility as a fact source than the fuzzy world of blogs. Today's post has not gotten much love there, so my thought that DARKNESS  and a pertinent map would be an interesting topic for my sky-watching neighbors has not borne out. I continue to have my finger somewhere other than on the pulse … Continue Reading ››

February Snow 2005

At midnight  silence beckoned. It told that snow had fallen. I rose to stand listening, fingertips pressed together at a windowsill alter. Creeks flow, hushed and reverent. In a vast forest the size of cities, she and I are the only human souls that hour in a sea of unbroken indigo. Ours,  the only breathings, our dreams alone hover over an immaculate complexion of winter. Be still, and know... Amazing grace.

Photos and Front Porch Musing from Floyd County Virginia