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The Ever Elusive Moon

The Ever Elusive Moon

Shortly after I took this picture of the setting sun, I looked higher in the sky to see a fine silver sliver bending halfway around the speckled and darkened orb of the Moon. I knew better than to reach for my camera to try to capture that image. The Moon is slippery...
Summer

Summer

Twenty-five years ago, I lived in a small town in northern Japan. I used to stroll through the neighborhood, learning what I could about the place I called home for three years. One sweltering summer afternoon, I walked by a preschool, and all the kids were running...
Frog

Frog <3

T​he following was written while we were locked down in May of 2020. I walked an average of 5.5 miles a day that May. I think the casual pace and the routine of spending a lot of time outside seep around each word and through the entire story. Maybe some loneliness...
Alarming?

Alarming?

Purple cornfields in Big Rock. Yeah, that’s me parked on the side of the road with my hazards flashing as if something is wrong. I can’t help it. Sometimes I lay on the ground to take pictures, too. One time a young woman walked by and whispered loudly to her guy,...
Embracing the -est

Embracing the -est

Today is the Spring Equinox. Day and night are equal. The Equinox is about balance and the tension between light & dark, life & death. I’ll tell you a secret: light & life always win in the Spring. I hold tight to this idea in these confusing times. I’ll...
Magic is Everywhere

Magic is Everywhere

 I am still sharing the trail with lots of people rather than trying desperately to avoid them. It is going well, mostly. I won’t do it forever, but for now, it works. It feels safe. Today was busy because the weather was BEAUTIFUL. By early afternoon, crowds grew,...
The Rock

The Rock

The trails got busy midafternoon at Starved Rock. It was 60 degrees and sunny on March 1. It was a perfect day. I smiled at a couple sitting on a bench watching three kids play. The oldest was balancing, heel-toe heel-toe with airplane arms, on the trunk of a fallen...
Yield

Yield

Yesterday I was hiking in Northern Michigan. Without the magic of a blanket of snow, the forest seemed dead. Dead. Bleak. And beat up. Visiting the forest was like showing up unannounced at a friend’s house on Sunday morning after the friend had been on a weekend...
Voice Box

Voice Box

Tuesday night, I headed east with the full moon acting as my guide. My goal was clear. This wasn’t a solo hike. It was a quest of sorts, a mission. There was a schedule. There were specific parameters to work within. I intended to release an idea by speaking words...
Drifting

Drifting

Y​esterday I rented a kayak. I love to take pictures while hiking and thought kayaking photography would be like hiking photography, only on water. It was not.  Usually, I walk around the subject to find a good angle. That’s tricky in a kayak. And by “tricky,” I mean...