Abstracts on the Lower Pack River
Just Photos.




Just Photos.




Here are some recent photos I took in Pine Stree Woods. The days were not great, overcast and gray. Still there is a bit of fall color and it was fun to play with some black and white. These were taken by an old camera that I have resurrected the
Soft sodden air of the twilit forest Snap of fallen drops, formed of mist and pines Rain-blackened trunks parade down-slope Pale bleached-yellow of fern Like spirits of their brown bracken brothers Wraiths of mist hang and sweep through the rain-dark trees Flash of white, a pause, ghostly gray The deer
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Introduction History is usually made from what is known, events, people, facts. Much of history is obscured by secrecy; shame, embarrassment, or state secrets obscure much of what we know of history. It's these small secrets obscured by time and the deaths of the small number of participants