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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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As May has now ended I feel I should give some report of spring here in the Idaho Panhandle. At least my impression. It was drier than I remember in the past few years. The lupins seem more numerous and even now are blazing the south facing hillsides. Flowers are
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As Mollie and I left the car park to walk the track on the edge of the meadow, I could hear the staccato call of the Pileated Woodpecker. Similar to the Northern Flicker, it tends to be shorter and a little deeper to my ear. We walked the path which
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They never-tell
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Spring this year is lovely, strange, and worrying. We have had a spate of warm sunny days (not unwelcome) but very little of the characteristic long rainy days. Lovely weather to be out in and I have gotten much work done outdoors. It is a portent for a dry summer
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We walked in the quiet warmth of the wet northern forest. The calls, whistles, scoldings of the birds all about. The warm chortle of the raven, long haunting whistle of the varied thrush, pips and trills of the juncos, tits, nuthatches. The steady beat of flicker calls and then hammerings
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We had a few inches of fresh snow yesterday and a little more overnight. There is something different about making the first tracks in a trail after the snow. The snow still lofted on branches and quiet isolation brought on feelings of my childhood alone in the snowy woods. The
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Sunday morning and the dog and I are up and out the door. We are heading to church but unlike my fellow townsfolk my church is the forest. I am, however, a devoted parishioner as I worship several times a week if I am able. My hymns are the croak
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Mollie and I started the morning a little late. We wanted to visit the chimes again, or at least I did. Mollie is happy anywhere there are woods and fresh snow. We came up a different route this morning from the highway, up a steep climb; one set of tracks
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Apologies in advance for my recent enthusiasm for the regular small accumulations of dry light snow. It has been a thin winter. I have had the pleasure the last few days of taking care of my neighbor’s dog Boba. He is a goofy, friendly, and lovable border collie. He
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One thing I have been experimenting with in the last year or two is what I call video vignettes. I have a desire to express something more about the environment than merely a still image. Still images can be quite powerful in how they capture and frame a place and
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