LOOK AT THE FISH! If you ignore the ripples and the dazzling acrobat, this picture is just like the one I shared two weeks ago. Even as I leaned over the railing and lined up the shot, I wondered why I was interested in this subject. Again. So soon. I was...
Melancholy seeps in. Sometimes I try to reason it away or wrestle it to the ground. This time I decide to take it for a walk at a local forest preserve. A place that lends perspective as crushed gravel crunches rhythmically under my boots. I note nests high in the...
“Look up! Think about all the things you are missing!” He said. “Don’t look at the ground. Trust that your feet know where they are and that they will keep you safely on the trail.” I agreed but half-heartedly, not even half-heartedly, a quarter-heartedly. Maybe...
“More is more” has been a mantra that I am not necessarily proud of. I say these words in conversation; they function as a concise explanation. I say, for example, “I walked an average of 4.5 miles per day in May.” Or “I want to hike the entire Lower Peninsula...
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 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...
