A warm September evening and Mollie and I are up at Pine Street Woods. It is just past sunset with the air cooling. A faint hint of woodsmoke has returned after the cleansing rain of the other night’s thunderstorms. The hills to the west have a robin’s egg
She draws the delicate mist about her Like a shy courtesan she hides her face And watches when she thinks we are not watching Revealing when our attentions are turned Then is stolen away again by the jealous clouds
We met a nomad. She was our camp host though she didn’t come to introduce herself until we were about to leave. She said she thought she should introduce herself and mentioned she liked our trailer (an Escapod Topo 2 teardrop which does get a lot of comments). A
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A bright flash followed by a sputtering orange light that incandesced, guttered, and extinguished as the sharp crack of thunder bellowed through the forest. For that moment the tent felt like lying inside an electric lamp as it burned out. The rain, at first tip taps on the nylon, now
Through haunted smoke of lost civilization The tang of past dynasties hangs redolent in the air Here our gaze to the heavens Finds the consolation of an airless world Removed from our cares and tribulations
The winds have scattered the lightning-crazed clouds In their place tattered remains litter a blue sky We walk amongst the pear and apple, walnut and plum aftermath To know that fall is near
The western white pine has become my favorite tree at least for now. It also happens to be Idaho’s state tree which I learned only after my decision to elevate to the lofty esteem that I currently hold it in. My position on the tree is its sheer beauty.
Pine Street Woods
In the local woods where Mollie and I walk, the trees are dropping cones. It seemed to start with the Grand Fir but has now moved through the Douglas fir and Western White pine. (The Lodgepoles hold on more preciously to their cones.) Now Ponderosa is getting into the act.
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These are a matched set in many ways. I got them both through random browsing at Bonner's Books in Bonner's Ferry Idaho. They are also from roughly about the Meiji Era of Japan (1868–1912). The Meiji era is a fascinating period of Japanese history as
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Fuji GFX 50s ii
February 06, 2023 The other day I was out with my dad for a drive and as usual every trip is a scouting opportunity. The lake here, Lake Pend Oreille, is massive but has very few public access areas. Part of it is geography due to steep mountains but most
Fuji GFX 50s ii
- January 30, 2023 I recently was laid up for a week with what I would guess is Covid. Almost three years dodging it and it seemed to finally catch up with me. It was with great relief to get out and about the past couple of days for my